Before he balanced a career between epic biopics of revolutionary political figures and wealthy stylish casino thieves, Steven Soderbergh made a handful of films that hardly anyone has seen. The guy behind the huge scale globalism of TRAFFIC and CONTAGION (both about a kind of virus) also explored the terrain of KAFKA’s soul and made a pseudo-autobiographical satire on industry and art in SCHIZOPOLIS (which includes the wonderful line ”In the event that you find certain sequences or ideas confusing, please bear in mind that this is your fault, not ours. You will need to see the picture again and again until you understand everything.”) It’s fairly typical for commentators to perceive this as a ‘one for the studio/audience, one for me’ pattern, but that’s only if you think audiences are stupid, directors can’t be interested in two kinds of things at once, and that art ceases to have substance once it becomes popular or entertaining. CHE and MAGIC MIKE are both entertaining and have something to say. And so does the just re-released KING OF THE HILL, a warm but honest coming of age story by the man who taught Paul Newman how to make salad dressing, is finally getting a DVD/BluRay release, and is an elegant surprise.