The award for this year’s best opening scene should go to The Laundromat, Steven Soderbergh’s star-studded, non-fiction comedy about the Panama Papers. Shot in what appears to be one long, unbroken take, it’s a walk-and-talk lecture on the history of money delivered by Jürgen Mossack and Ramón Fonseca, two notorious lawyers played with irresistible swagger by Gary Oldman and Antonio Banderas respectively. Oldman, especially, revels in his role as the self-righteous, preening Mossack, pushing his German accent to Herzog-ian extremes, and emphasising his hissing s-es like a villainous snake in a Disney cartoon.
Dressed in dinner suits and sipping martinis, he and Banderas stroll past hairy neanderthals in the prehistoric past and then saunter down to a glitzy nightclub in the present day, insisting along the way that anyone who disapproves of their business is asking to go back to the days when we bartered for bananas. At this point, it looks as if