
Steve Soderbergh is well respected here at FC HQ. He gets free coffee in the cafe. But Logan Lucky is about as fortunate as seeing a black cat whilst walking under a ladder and stepping on a crack in the sidewalk. It’s an overstuffed and sloppy retread. And the worst part is the only noteworthy heist is that of our expectations.
The glaring flaw is the invisible antagonist. The Logan Curse is an unacceptable foe. We cannot see it’s reaction, root against it or even laugh at it’s peril. It’s weird. And as narrative apathy sets in, we struggle to remember why they are burgling the stadium in the first place.
Our forlorn brothers, Jimmy (Tatum) and Clyde (Driver), use their Piedmont parlance to mildly entertain during brainstorming and recruitment for their plan. A bevy of characters appear in a burst as the robbery is rushed. And Joe Bang (Craig) is one of the more forced characters in modern cinema. But at least there’s one memorable scene.
We hope that Soderbergh is just dusting off the lens with this effort. We loot the pantry for 2.01 napkins out of 5, reflecting a required 0.5 napkin deduction for the clichéd Fortunate Son close.

