The reviews divide almost evenly, three ways, and where the praise falls it is on what Soderbergh has done with the material rather than on the crime itself. Critics who admire the film find the interwoven timelines, the sardonic lines and the strained marriage between Michael and Rachel more absorbing than the heist, and most agree it wants to be a character study first and a noir second. The colour filters and one long, slow push-in during a love scene get singled out even by writers who otherwise shrug.
The reservations gather around distance. The Los Angeles Times blames Peter Gallagher’s casting for a lead whose fate nobody much cares about; The Playlist finds the editing unfocused and the central heist without tension; The Ringer simply calls it dull. The spread is wide, and the pattern is plain: the 1995 notices are the kindest, while the later retrospective pieces treat the film as a rehearsal for the better ones that followed.
