Let Them All Talk
This was a film that I found, in some order, slight, confounding, sweet, clever, and — above all of these things — reaching but not yet grasping.
It is interesting to me how little of a cultural footprint it has, given that it's a Soderbergh film starring, amongst other luminaries, Meryl Streep, Candice Bergen, and Lucas Hedges.
Soderbergh appears to have exactly two speeds: perfectly crafted and honed, and hodgepodge. This film is in the latter camp. It is tempting, as other reviewers have done, to call it lighthearted — but it's not so much lighthearted as it is lightfooted. Watching each scene bleed into the next, with confounding but naturalistic plot developments unfolding in a quasi–Dogme 95 sense, contributes above all else to the feeling that you are watching a dream. My dreams are wistful and incoherent, and I wake from them happy to be back in the real world, yet already nostalgic for a place I can no longer revisit.