Ocean's Thirteen

“Are you in yet?”
“I hate that question.”

Hands down, the best part of this movie was the strike that Casey Affleck and Scott Caan’s characters started and supported in the Mexican dice-making factory. Actually, the best part was anytime Casey Affleck spoke Spanish; “Peligroso es mi nombre medio.”
Now that that’s out of the way, Ocean’s Thirteen was still a solid, charming heist movie. There’s just something about the Ocean’s movies that’s always intriguing (aside from Matt Damon, George Clooney, and Brad Pitt) – the overall look, the spunky soundtrack, the distinct Old Hollywood humor, and all the first-class jet setting antics. Thirteen is back in Vegas and it is completely enjoyable to try to piece the puzzle together of what exactly they’re doing as the gang plans to rip off casino tycoon Al Pacino. But I thought is was Pacino’s assistant, played by Ellen Barkin, who was particularly interesting to watch. And I loved how Matt Damon got to play a more important role in the actual heist. It’s the interaction between the characters, and their dry humor, which I believe makes these movies work so well. Every single part of the thirteen is absolutely necessary – even the French guy from the second film, who I was completely disappointed with when he didn’t breakdance on the roof of the casino. But I suppose his motley mosaic-inspired jumpsuit made up for it.

Directed by Steven Soderbergh
Runtime: 122 minutes