Starring:	George Clooney
	Jennifer Lopez
	Ving Rhames
Director:	Steven Soderbergh	Colour

Elmore Leonard is flavour of the month these days, as his crime back catalogue is plundered by Hollywood seemingly on a weekly basis. Jackie Brown was overlong, Get Shorty was perhaps a bit self-consciously hip, but Out Of Sight, despite some flaws, is probably the most enjoyable adaption yet. Clooney is perfectly cast as an institutionalised bank robber, who one day prison-breaks only to bump straight into the shapely body of FBI agent Lopez. To escape capture, he leaps straight into the boot of his accomplice's car with his would-be nemesis, only to discover that in the confined darkness, the two hit it off surprisingly well. The conversation moves rapidly from the predictable nature of Clooney's predicament, to the less predictable swapping notes of favourite movies. Lopez escapes, and a cat and mouse game then ensues, with the unusual distinction of both cat and mouse wondering if, when one catches the other, they'll have plenty on their mind besides lunch... While the mid section is far too long, containing around 15 pages of subplot that could just be ripped out and fed straight to the paper shredder, this is a film that rests frimly and squarely on the chemistry of the two leads. Director Soderbergh (Sex, Lies & Videotape) weaves a masterful spell, with a love scene which has to rank as one of the the most stylish and sexy in cinema's history. And while the middle hour lollops around from time to time, the film's conclusion is far more entertaining, capped by an absolutely delicious ending. It's a movie that requires a certain amount of disbelief suspension (I'm sure that, in a real car boot, Lopez would tag Clooney a borderline rapist), and is weighed down by far too much intricate-yet-dull plotting. But if you can get over that, the film that rewards the punter with oodles of style and, in the shape of the two leads, captivating content.