Steven Soderbergh, one of my favorites, adapts the nonfiction novel written by Kurt Eichenwald entitled "The Informant." Clearly, Scott Z. Burns, writer of the screenplay, went deep, down into the caverns of his creative soul to come up with a catchy title. "The Informant!", a dark comedy directed by Soderbergh and starring Matt Damon with a few burgers in the ole gut, is a fascinating and awkwardly hilarious recount of this big Mark Whitacre illegality fiasco that happened throughout the mid-90's. Damon plays Whitacre who is the "Informant!", the enthusiastic, incredibly smart, and eerily fantastic-at-lying whistle blower for the company AMD, which does something with corn or whatever. The investigation and Whitacre's role in it is the catalyst for the storyline, but the movie, like its title states with zeal, is all about Whitacre. Whitacre narrates, and the camera never gets off his pudgy, mustachio'd face. And what a character to watch. Damon is fantastic, and so is everyone else. The film's a little slow-paced as it depends on actual, fact-based material, so bare with it. It's a good time watching Damon put on a clinic and Soderbergh having as much fun as he can when it comes to presenting an FBI informant about a biochemistry company. See it if you think you're intellectual enough. Was that pompous? It might've been. But, seriously.
Rating: TIGHT JOINT
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