Ocean’s Thirteen
September 19th, 2007
Counting Ellen Barkin and Mr. Soderbergh himself, more than a baker’s dozen of very talented people are completely wasted in this redundant bore. I get the idea all involved are having a blast making these movies, but by the second sequel of the first remake, the breeziness has turned smug and the exceedingly baroque casino-busting shenanigans have become tiresome. Who cares how Clooney & Co. get the remote-controllable magnetic ingredient into the factory that mixes the plastic which goes into the dice that an inhumanly tan self-parody of Al Pacino uses on his craps tables? Not even entertaining enough to while away the time on a transatlantic flight.
Ocean’s Thirteen. Steven Soderbergh, 2007. *
The Godfather
June 28th, 2006
Pretty much every scene here is gold; this movie bears rewatching as much as anything; like Star Wars, it’s opera. The commentary track–just Coppola–is one of the best I’ve heard. I’ll gladly hang out with him, watch his movie, and have him tell me stories about it.
