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It's bolder. Riskier. The most dazzling heist yet. George Clooney, Brad Pitt, Matt Damon and more reteam with director Steven Soderbergh for a split-second caper that stacks the deck with wit, style and cool. Danny Ocean again runs the game, so no rough stuff. No one gets hurt. Except for double-crossing Vegas kingpin Willy Bank (Al Pacino). Ocean's crew will hit him where it hurts: in his wallet. On opening night of Bank's posh new casino tower The Bank, every turn of a card and roll of the dice will come up a winner for bettors. And they'll hit him in his pride, making sure the tower doesn't receive a coveted Five Diamond Award. That's just the start of the flimflams. The boys are out to break The Bank. Place your bets!

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George Clooney is one, Brad Pitt is two, Matt Damon three... well, let's just assume there are 13 collaborators in this installment of Steven Soderbergh's profitable caper franchise. We're back in Las Vegas for Ocean's Thirteen, where the boys plot to shut down the brand-new venture of a backstabbing hotelier (Al Pacino) because the guy double-crossed the now-ailing Reuben (Elliott Gould). If you look at the plot too closely, the entire edifice collapses (hey, how about those Chunnel-digging giant drills?), but Soderbergh conjures up a visual style that swings like Bobby Darin at the Copa. Other than the movie-star dazzle, the main reason to see the film is Soderbergh's uncanny feel for how the widescreen frame can float through the neon spaces of Vegas or sort through groups of characters sitting in hotel rooms talking (he shot the film himself, under his pseudonym Peter Andrews).

The film doesn't give enough time to goofballs Casey Affleck and Scott Caan (whose riffs made Ocean's Twelve worth seeing), although it provides comic stuff for a fun roster of actors, including Eddie Izzard, David Paymer, and Bob ("Super Dave") Einstein. Meanwhile, Ellen Barkin makes a fetching assistant for Pacino, and Pacino himself, his hair dyed Trumpian orange, is content to gnaw on some ham for the duration. Biggest puzzle about the two sequels is why George Clooney seems content to retreat from centerstage. Still, his Hemingwayesque conversations with Pitt are an amusing form of male shorthand, and even as the movie overstays its welcome during a long finale, Clooney's easy sense of cool makes it all seem acceptable. --Robert Horton

Rating : - Girlie eye candy and nothing more.
Okay, if your idea of a good movie is one in which you get to do nothing more than swoon at the male lead, this must be your dream movie. On the other hand, if you like your movies to have a story, character development, suspense, intrigue, action, great dialogue, interesting locations... well, just about anything other than a hunk to stare at, you are seriously out of luck here!

This is a truly abysmal movie. Not least because the writers/director/producers just went through the motions. For example, on countless occasions the characters tell us about some absolutely impossible problem they're up against and yet, within seconds, they've overcome that 'impossible' problem with almost no difficulty or thought. There is never any 'will they succeed or won't they' suspense created. There is no action to speak of. There is no intrigue surrounding the characters or story. There is not cunningly elaborate scam. As for character development? Okay, you don't always need a great deal of that to make a great movie, but here there's just squat! Really, the characters all appear - all cardboard - go through the motions with a plot that gives them nothing to work with, then the movie finishes. That's it.

This is one of the worst movies of recent times. It offers nothing. The only people who may like it are those who are easily satisfied by being able to drool over Clooney, Pitt, or Damon for an hour or two.