To hear the trades tell it, Steven Soderbergh had a lot riding on Logan Lucky, for which he eschewed the traditional studio distribution model and went it alone (sort of), at least attempting to take his film directly to theaters. The goal? Not being beholden to anyone else’s money, marketing strategy, or creative vision. To have “no intermediary” and “complete transparency,” as he told GQ earlier this year. He says the actors all worked for scale and “will literally be able to go online with a password and look at this account as the money is delivered from the theaters.”
Soderbergh paid for the film by selling the foreign rights for $29 million, and the streaming rights to Amazon for $20 million. When he realized he couldn’t quite go straight to theaters, he partnered with former WB exec Dan Fellman and and the indie Bleecker Street for marketing and distribution. He’s gambling that they can market it for much less than major studios typically spend, and in so doing give the artists a much more direct stake in the bottom line. “The question is: Can we put a movie out in 3,000 theaters, and spend half of what a studio would spend to do it, and succeed?” he told GQ in the same interview.
It’s a strategy that Indiewire says “could prove to be a game-changer and set a new standard” for film distribution. Whether that happens remains to be seen, but Logan Lucky earned just $8.1 million domestically this weekend from 3,301 theaters, the second worst nationwide opening of Soderbergh’s career behind Solaris, and worst adjusting for inflation. Of course, it still has time, and whether it’s a failed experiment or a learning experience remains to be seen.
Trying to carve a fresh path is fitting for a filmmaker who’s been defined by his willingness to take creative risks. That includes a few that didn’t really pay off (Haywire), but overall only adds to his esteem. It’s like skiing; if you never fall down you’re not pushing yourself hard enough.
Which of course still leaves the question: is the movie any good?
It’s… okay. Despite pioneering a new distribution model (or maybe because of it?), Logan Lucky is the first Soderbergh movie since the Oceans trilogy that feels a little stale, his first in years where he seems constrained by expectations. As always, lesser Soderbergh is still better than most filmmakers’ best, but for a guy who’s long excelled at finding the fun in dramas (Out of Sight and Magic Mike come to mind), Logan Lucky crystallizes the sense that straight comedy might not be his thing. At least, not unless you share his love for all things winking.
On paper, it’s a dream movie. Channing Tatum and Adam Driver play North Carolina brothers, who team up with their sister, played by Riley Keough, and their friend, a crew-cut jailbird played by Daniel Craig, for a big score. It’s a slick, snappy heist plot full of all sorts of bells, whistles, and a literally pneumatic Macguffin, but the snap often gives way to shtick, and a lot of it is suffused with the same unfortunate sensibility that gave us Julia Roberts playing a character who looks like the actress Julia Roberts in Oceans 12.
Get it? That actress you know is playing a character who looks like that actress you know. In giving us Magic Mike, the film that forever turned me around on Channing Tatum, and The Knick, one of my favorite shows of all time, Steven Soderbergh had made me all but forget that he’d committed the nearly unforgivable sin of designing a plot point around the idea of a character looking like the actress playing her. Logan Lucky made me remember again.
C-Tates remains blameless, as he’s not only perfectly cast as the ex-jock, laid-off forklift driving Southern dad with a bum knee and a heart of gold, Jimmy Logan, but he and Riley Keough are the only actors who seem to be taking this damned thing seriously. (Daniel Craig is game too, but his character feels like an extended wink.)