Matt Buchanan meets Terence Stamp, star of Steven Soderbergh's The Limey, a man who takes everything in his stride. Steven Soderbergh's The Limey was shot and released in the United States prior to Erin Brockovich and Traffic , and is a much smaller, more experimental film than either of his Oscar-nominated movies. Indeed its release here is a consequence of their subsequent success. One particular flashback shows the young Wilson strumming a guitar and enjoying a tender moment with his wife. It's a knockout deployment of Loach's Poor Cow footage, and carries with it a nostalgia that reaches beyond the cinema screen and thumps the heart.
Stamp looks wistful for a second.
Tanned and relaxed, he appears in rude health for a man of 61. He's his own man. That's what's charming about him. That the film's giddyingly self-referential technique achieves poignancy is perhaps as surprising as it is disorienting. But then in almost every direction you look, The Limey is an intriguing experiment.