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Movie Review: Ocean's Thirteen

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Ocean’s Thirteen continues the series’ cynical tradition of putting famous actors in sleek, stylish clothes and having them act cool. That’s really all there is to say. If you’ve seen either Ocean’s Eleven or Twelve, then you’ve basically already seen Ocean’s Thirteen, too. It’s almost tragic that a filmmaker as talented as Steven Soderbergh is spending years of his career turning out what is essentially disposable entertainment.

The plot is basically an elaborate revenge scheme hatched on behalf of the jilted Reuben Tishkoff (Elliott Gould). Al Pacino and Ellen Barkin have been added to the mix, but neither contributes anything significant other than moving forward a few, perfunctory plot points. Pacino, in particular, seems to be sleepwalking through the movie. Consider this—his casino is being ripped off to the tune of several hundred million dollars and Pacino barely raises his voice during his climactic showdown with Danny Ocean. What?