Logan Lucky | Hollywood Movie Review 2017

George Clooney and his band of career criminals wore fabulous suits and hung around slick airports in the world’s greatest sunglasses. Tatum works off a checklist of vague instructions and limps around unglamorous settings in an ill-fitting Charlie Daniels Band T-shirt.

Logan Lucky and Ocean’s Eleven would work as a wonderful diptych, similar at times, exact opposites at others.

A shot of Tatum eating a plastic-wrapped Drake’s Yodel is the type of grace note that elevates a minor comedy-adventure into something that somehow feels important in its specificity.

Two brothers not very smart decision to mount the breakage of the century: pocket the receipts of the biggest car race of the year. To succeed, they need the country's best safe robot: Joe Bang. The problem is that he is in prison

This is an exercise in shining Hollywood lights on the under-represented red states, and with it comes an unexpected degree of warmth. The Logans, who also include sister Mellie (Riley Keough), a hairdresser with a less-is-more fashion sense, don’t for a minute bring up politics or gripe about the government but where the weight of financial disparity with each day’s new struggles.

Steven Soderbergh, director of the Ocean's Trilogy, has a history of inventing non-existent industry professionals and crediting them in his films. In the past, for example, he's used the pseudonym "Peter Andrews" for his work as cinematographer on his own projects, and the pseudonym "Mary Ann Bernard" (his mother's maiden name) for his editing work. It's all perfectly harmless, and something that has quite a widespread precedent in Hollywood.