The Limey (1999:: Terence Stamp is just a complete bad-ass as a British ex-con who travels to Los Angeles to investigate the death of his daughter. His performance is powerful and without question, but Soderbergh provides an intriguing contrast by telling the story in fragments, in overlapping wisps of memories and dialogue, which contributes to the air of mystery and keeps us guessing. Stamp prowls a blistering, bleached-out LA, a mix of downtown warehouses and cheap apartments, shimmering beaches and staggering hillside mansions. He's hunting a slick, laid-back record producer, played perfectly by Peter Fonda, who was involved with this much-younger girl when she died. Soderbergh seamlessly blends these actors' aura of '60s cool with his own contemporary style.