The Limey

By RICHARD CORLISS

A quiet, implacable Englishman--he may as well be a ghost--scours L.A. for his daughter's murderer. Nothing much, nothing new here, unless you care to study how the fingernails of time have raked across Terence Stamp's still handsome face, or see Peter Fonda playing the cool drug lord his Easy Rider character might have become. As he did in Out of Sight, Soderbergh slices, dices and Cuisinarts the script into flashbacks, scene shifts, stop motion and other distracting foolery. Is he working out a new form of visual storytelling, or has the ever-so-promising director of sex, lies, and videotape lost his chops and his marbles?

--By Richard Corliss