Last night I had a chance to re-watch sex, lies and videotape, Steven Soderbergh’s first movie. This is my favorite bit:

Well, see, right now I have this one key, and I really like that. Everything I own is in my car. If I get an apartment, that’s two keys. If I get a job, maybe I have to open and close once in awhile, that’s more keys. Or I buy some stuff and I’m worried about getting ripped off, so I get some locks, and that’s more keys. I just really like having the one key. It’s clean, you know?

I only carry one key. But I have a mess of key cards. ;-)

Caryn James called it one of the freshest American films of the decade, which it was, but remember she was referring to the 1980s.

Roger Ebert uncharacteristically got it right when he wrote: “I am not sure it is as good as the Cannes jury apparently found it; it has more intelligence than heart, and is more clever than enlightening. But it is never boring, and there are moments when it reminds us of how sexy the movies used to be, back in the days when speech was an erogenous zone.”

Sex, Lies and Videotape (1989)