Director Steven Soderbergh returns with a crime comedy that plays like a valentine to some of his most beloved triumphs. ‘Logan Lucky’ has the same jazzy, improvised feel of ‘Ocean’s Eleven’, and is peppered with the Southern-fried humour of ‘Magic Mike’.
The Logan brothers don’t have the best of luck. Jimmy (Channing Tatum), a divorcé who dotes on his little girl, just lost his construction job; Clyde (Adam Driver), a bartender, lost even more in Iraq – his left hand. But together, along with an assortment of bumblefuck conspirators and one devilishly charming convict still in jail (Daniel Craig, trading his
Bond accent for a swampy drawl), they hope to reverse the family curse by robbing millions of dollars from a Nascar vault.
A fairground scene of toilet-seat-tossing aside, Soderbergh doesn’t use his movie to poke fun at yokels; ‘Logan Lucky’ walks the same tricky line that ‘Fargo’ does. He draws divisions between the kind-hearted and the cruel, and we get swept up in his energy because we know it comes from a generous place. It’s the kind of underdog comedy that’s all too rare.
