The only of the third-in-a-trilogies I've seen this summer, Oceans 13, is a light comedy caper that's fun to watch and quickly forgettable. Honestly, I can't remember a single line from the film, but I left the theater feeling happy. So, I guess that's something.
The film revolves Danny Ocean (Clooney) who gathers his con artist cohorts together to help their financier Ruben overcome health issues caused by a scheming, fellow casino owner (Pacino). Previous women love interests, Roberts and Zeta-Jones, do not appear in the film as this is "not their fight" or something like that. Ocean and his charming team of misfits face the daunting, conceive the improbable and achieve the impossible with a consistent Robin Hood rich-giving-to-the-poor mentality.
Oceans 13 is a lot like ice-milk. It's satisfying while you're eating it, but once you're done you can't even remember the taste.
Thursday, June 21, 2007
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