Danny Ocean and his gang are back, reportedly for the last time in Ocean's Thirteen.
The impressive ensemble star cast, I will not list and if I reveal the plot, I will be doing you movie buffs, a great disservice. So this should be a pretty short review, right? Wrong!
Deceived by his associate Willy Bank, Reuben, of the Ocean's crew suffers a heart attack. Being swindled out of the partnership for a new Las Vegas Hotel & Casino renders him mum and bedridden. The Ocean's team gathers around like true friends do, to survey the losses ready as ever to get even. And they do it in such style.
As each member is assigned a casino game to rig or ruin, the plot gets busier. The many facets of the strategy only add to the electric drama and surprisingly, do not interfere with the pace of the film. While the first half of the movie builds the momentum, the latter half unleashes the plot bit by delicious bit.
The Clooney-Pitt rapport, blithe as always, adds to the humor and so does Matt Damon playing the eager thug-in-training. Andy Garcia with his smoking Cuban and an equally smoking smile, add the right touch of pazzaz to this film.
The cinematography is rich and fulgent like the Las Vegas casino where most of the film has been shot. The sets are beautiful, the men are gorgeous and there is no greater high than the one of sweet revenge as Willy Banker's dream casino is played ruthlessly to the ground by the Ocean's trifling thirteen.
Whoever said 13 was an unlucky number?!
1 comment:
too much of gloss too little of originality...same old stuff from the previous two parts repackaged to be passed off as a new movie.
While the first one had originality (well to those that haven't seen the original 1960 movie anyways), and the second one has a cool antagonist along with the father-daughter sentiment, the third one really had nothing going for it except of course the handsome cast and their chemistry. BTW my wife who loved both the earlier parts wasn't really into this one.
Post a Comment