Let Them All Talk

Soderbergh tosses out much of Eisenberg’s script and has his A-listers improvise their way through this story of three old friends on a transatlantic crossing. Streep, Bergen, and Wiest are great together and individually, but the resulting film comes off as forced and meandering. It's odd to make a film about a celebrated writer that doesn’t value the contributions of its writer, but that’s in line with Soderbergh’s process these days - he does his own shooting and editing and seems pleased that his recent movies look like crap. I watched this on a plane, which feels appropriate for how it was made. I think I’m only gonna watch his movies on planes from now on unless he decides to value the art of cinema again.