Steven Soderbergh
Black Bag

THE REVIEW

Let's please everyone (and thus displease anyone) with a review that's no longer musical but cinematic (it's been a while since I last wrote one). It's a film not yet reviewed on Debaser, so it's fresh stuff (the film was released three months ago, it's new by all means), and we'll make the Bot happy (though it will have something to complain about anyway, but it's a charming piece of junk, after all) that asserts a well-done review can't exceed 6 lines. And I'll also have less work on my hands, along with the Humanoid (copyright IlConte) who now, in this hyper-technological era, has an attention span of 8 seconds, and imagine if they would start reading a lengthy (maybe interesting) paper but eternally long. I find all this nonsense, but I adapt to the times, to serve you.

"Black Bag", yet another effort by Soderbergh, is a kind of chamber thriller (very few exteriors, many interiors) in which some secret agents try to disrupt the family harmony of a married couple, who are also secret agents, unsuccessfully. The plot fits on a paper napkin (despite the uninspired screenplay by David Koepp here), the suspense is low-flying (the scenes with the psychologist seem endless), only for a moment does it seem like Soderbergh is soaring (a technological chase between Switzerland and London), very talented (and famous) actors used poorly, scattered tributes (the beginning à la Cronenberg), and the desire to tread Hitchcockian paths without being able to do so.