
In a little notebook, she writes down what she was wearing with each client, what their children’s names are, what they talked about. The Girlfriend Experience is broken up into sometimes non-sequential glossy bits that taken together describe the daily routine of an escort that sells a “girlfriend experience” to wealthy New Yorkers feeling the first tectonic shifts of the economy in the fall of 2008. Is this because it was simply how she decided to play the character, or is her natural theatrical range exhausted very quickly? It is hard to tell which is the case, but I found myself drawn into the increasingly depressing plight of this call girl even though the film offers no reason for us to actually sympathize with her.

It is also very intimate for a film about a high class escort in Manhattan played by a real world adult film star that brings a notable woodenness to the role (named Chelsea or Christine? We are never really sure.). Its ethical conscience is very pointed, provocative, and turns the viewer towards more sweeping thoughts about commerce and its disciples than most of his films permit. Soderbergh is sensitive to the mechanisms of culture and commerce that lie outside our control even though we are controlled by them in varying degrees of awareness.Įven with all this in mind, The Girlfriend Experience came as a surprise. But is also more quietly present in The Limey, King of the Hill, and Kafka. This conscience is overt, and perhaps too broadly drawn at times, in Che, Traffic, and Erin Brokovich. It is simply there as a natural by-product of his character’s predicaments.

But there is also a modest social conscience that permeates much of his work in such a way that it strikes the viewer as a welcome afterthought – an additional layer of story beneath his polished scripts that never comes across as ham-fisted or over determined. If he tends towards specific themes or ideas about the world, they are moving targets, and become hard to catalog as they appear scattered across so many genres and filmmaking styles.īut then there are a few things that make Soderbergh stand out as an auteur: the way he tries to harness the energy of mainstream fare by means of controlled art house editing gadgetry, his crisp and acrobatic camerawork, a knack for enlivening older genres with bolder palettes of color and sound. The way he ranges from the linear density of sex, lies and videotape to the off-kilter drama of Kafka and Schizopolis to crime thrillers, period pieces, possible Oscar bait, and science fiction retakes makes it difficult to talk about him as an auteur. Even though I like Steven Soderbergh, I don’t understand him.
