Here’s an unpopular opinion: The best film trilogy of the 2000s wasn’t “The Lord of the Rings.” It was Steven Soderbergh’s star-studded heist trifecta. Here’s another: The finest of those was the silly middle entry — the one that was clearly a paid European vacation for celebrities who didn’t need them, where you can tell everyone involved was more interested in goofing around than telling a story. Thing is, no one has ever goofed around quite like this. Soderbergh has rarely been more formally playful, the cast never loopier. And yet buried in all the loud colors, screen-filling title cards and weirdo ad-libbing lies Catherine Zeta-Jones’ finest screen work. As a dogged Interpol agent, she’s steely, vulnerable, thrilling. Or maybe it’s just that her hair looks better in a bob than as a flowing mane.