This 1999 film has not aged well. Although it’s often celebrated as an example of Soderbergh honing his craft, I frankly don’t get it. It looks like a film school master’s thesis. With zero character development and an uninteresting plot, The Limey is 89 minutes of Terrence Stamp as a recently released British ex-con chasing around Los Angeles exacting revenge on anyone who may have been associated with the questionable death of his daughter Jenny. Maybe there was something interesting and nuanced about the noir-esque stylings in 1999, but in 2017 the whole film just seems ridiculously heavy-handed. Take a pass.