-I was an impressionable wannabe cinephile in the late 1990s when Soderbergh started hitting with one stylish film after another. I saw every single one in the theater; Out of Sight, The Limey, Erin Brockovich, Traffic, Ocean’s Eleven. Those movies are burned into my brain. Decades later, it’s fun when a slinky bass line starts poking through the score, I can think to myself “Oh, Soderbergh brought David Holmes back to do the score, that’s great.” Getting old sucks. But having a connection with the work of a particular filmmaker stretching back almost 30 years is pretty cool. 

-I was not prepared for the “Agatha Christie whodunit but way hornier” vibes. Nor was I prepared for how much that would be my thing. 

-Fundamentally, the film’s appeal is quite simple: In any scene, from moment to moment, I could never predict what was going to happen. That’s rare, and a lot of fun.