The Limey starts off promisingly enough. The title character steps out of the airport emerging from blobs of color to the beat of The Who's "The Seeker"; immediately it sets the nostalgic tone for the sixties that will be prevalent throughout. Too bad the nostalgia also spreads to the plot. I haven't seen Point Blank, but there's the unmistakable scent of stylistic retread throughout. Soderbergh's characteristic use of complex time structures and visual invention here seems more like a way of keeping himself from being bored (a la Gray's Anatomy) than a natural, organic method of storytelling like in Out of Sight.