Logan Lucky is a redneck Ocean’s Eleven. For his initially highlight film in four years, Steven Soderbergh has snuck back in on a byway with a ridiculous and relentlessly interesting story of conceived failures in West Virginia who endeavor to strike it rich by stripping an auto raceway of a couple of million bills. This free and shambling story with an exceptionally alluring cast is featured by a brilliantly wacky, indicate taking turn by Daniel Craig as a down-home vocation criminal.
There is certainly a group of people for this affable yet no major ordeal film and likely even two — enthusiasts of the chief and cast, and additionally great time-chasing Middle Americans — so the onus is on the extremely outside the box wholesalers to discover it; this would be an extraordinary August drive-in picture if numerous open air screens still existed.
Working with a content by first-time essayist Rebecca Blunt, Soderbergh has made the kind of blustery, straightforward, only for no particular reason film that hardly exists any longer, one nearly anybody could appreciate. Regarding milieu, it covers with the two Magic Mike trips, that being the regular workers South (Soderbergh hails from Georgia and Louisiana, it ought to be recalled), and it emits a similar kind of delicately romping great time vibe.
What’s more, they elite player Channing Tatum, who this time turns up a couple of steps bring down on the financial stepping stool — and significantly additionally down the IQ scale — as Jimmy Logan, an overwhelming hardware administrator who loses his occupation in the opening scene, has relinquished all authority rights to his little girl with ex Bobbie Jo (Katie Holmes) and has no prospects when he sets out finished toward a drink at the roadside bar tended by his Iraq War vet sibling Clyde (Adam Driver), who has a prosthetic lower left arm he doesn’t generally figure out how to keep connected; it’s the primary setback of an amusing set-to with an unsavory British race auto driver (with the Thomas Pynchon-commendable name of Max Chilblain), played by a for all intents and purposes unrecognizable, crimped haired Seth MacFarlane.
So what do these down-on-their-fortunes great ol’ young men do to turn things around for the Logan family after a few eras of miserable, neediness ridden, stunningly supported disappointment? It may very well be an ideal opportunity to attempt their fortunes on the wrong side of the law. Jimmy’s brilliant thought is to ransack the jackpot of NASCAR, the Charlotte Motor Speedway, amid the Coca-Cola 600 on Memorial Day end of the week. What’s more, exactly how would they mean to pull this off? All things considered, it so happens that Jimmy worked development on the framework of said-same race track. In this way, he says, “I know how they move the cash,” which is through a detailed arrangement of tubes in the insides of the mammoth stadium.
While not so fashionable as the Ocean’s posse, an expert group is collected to pull off the improbable heist. Given their scope of partners, the siblings must begin in prison, which is the place they find the unparalleled Joe Bang (Craig), a man known for exploding bank vaults; nobody asks with respect to regardless of whether Bang is his genuine name. Of more prompt intrigue, in any case, is the way the once perhaps still-future James Bond has been decked out with alternate way white hair that makes him unmistakably look like Robert Shaw in From Russia With Love, so this is the nearest the performing artist will ever get to playing a Bond scoundrel.
The fact that Joe still has five months to go behind bars presents no problem, as he reassures his cohorts that he can break out of prison and then back in again before anyone is the wiser. Making the operation even more of family affair is the sister (Riley Keough) of Jimmy and Clyde (that could have been an alternate title). With this crew running the show, further mishaps inevitably ensue, including one very big one — and at two hours, Soderbergh perhaps does let the whole thing go on a few minutes too long, even if the final twists hit the spot.
Blunt’s script is full of giddy inventions and gives the actors some good stuff to play with, but there is the sense that one more serious pass at it might have made it a bit tighter, more spirited and authentically low-down. A few moments, particularly early on, also betray a whiff of condescension to the characters.
The actors seems to be having a great time, however, and this proves contagious. Craig, Tatum and MacFarlane all find good comic grooves and stay in them. Driver’s reserved sincerity is perhaps intended as an underplayed contrast, but in practice just means that the actor doesn’t come off as winningly as do his co-leads. Hilary Swank pops in late-on as a special agent who tries to get to the bottom of the heist, while Katherine Waterston is wasted in a nothing part.
Still, this is a good-times film that doesn’t put on airs, dress to impress or pretend to be something it isn’t. It just aims to please, and does a pretty good job of it.
Production companies: Trans-Radial Pictures, Free Association
Distributor: Bleecker Street
Cast: Channing Tatum, Adam Driver, Seth MacFarlane, Riley Keough, Katie Holmes, Katherine Waterston, Dwight Yoakam, Sebastian Stan, Brian Gleeson, Jack Quaid, Hilary Swank, Daniel Craig, Jesse White
Director: Steven Soderbergh
Screenwriter: Rebecca Blunt
Producers: Gregory Jacobs, Mark Johnson, Channing Tatum, Reid Carolin
Executive producers: Michael Polaire, Dan Fellman, Zane Stoddard
Director of photography: Peter Andrews
Production designer: Howard Cummings
Costume designer: Ellen Mirojnick
Editor: Mary Ann Bernard
Music: David Holmes
Casting: Carmen Cuba