Logan Lucky is like a cheerful sing-a-long of a movie, sweeping its audience along easily, even if some of the details quickly vanish from memory.
Such is the merriment of the new movie, and so spirited is its pace, that you barely notice the wavering of the tone.
Logan Lucky is as charming and welcome as toenail fungus.
It's good to have Soderbergh back, even if he never was really away.
Steven Soderbergh's "Logan Lucky," written by Rebecca Blunt, is a down-home heist movie that comes across like a Southern-fried variation of one of his "Ocean's" films.
A slick, smarter-than-your-average-bear heist comedy that moves and grooves with all the hallmarks of a Soderbergh caper. He's back, baby.
When the plot stops cold for a beauty-pageant performance of exquisite purity, you'll feel like you're watching the most American film of the year.
Logan Lucky is a crackerjack heist film that strongly echoes Soderbergh's other crackerjack heist franchise, but with a uniquely downmarket and genuinely affectionate charm all its own.
It's a lark, if you can tolerate the hammy redneck accents, and confirms that Soderbergh is as agile as ever at knitting together all the moving parts of a complex heist.