ON THE SURFACE at least, The Limey made sense. Having turned out a slick crime caper with 1998’s Out Of Sight and belatedly delivered on the debut-movie promise of 1989’s sex, lies, and videotape , Steven Soderbergh encored with a taut, irreverent, culture-clash revenge thriller starring ’60s icon Terence Stamp. To the delight of critics, the film took a “cubist” (his word) editorial approach that filtered its events through the emotion-racked memory of its main character, Wilson (Stamp), a cockney criminal seeking revenge in LA for the death of his daughter. However, audiences stayed away, and the film earned a paltry $3.2 million off a budget of three times that.
Yet The Limey is pure Soderbergh, strikingly inventive and intriguingly playful, and remains his greatest overlooked movie. Albeit one which,…