I saw the final 65% of Steven Soderbergh‘s Che, Part 2 last night at the Elgin. And I was struck once again how well it plays the second time (i.e., just as well the first), and how it’s a flat-out brilliant recreation and neck-deep immersion into a fascinating life and time. Each and every shot and cut is dead-on perfection, thrilling in its verisimiltude, refined just so. And the Elgin’s projection (which seemed to be digital) was eye-pop sharp. The film looked and sounded better last night than it did in Cannes, and that’s saying something.
