Although slick and silly enough, this is rather like a series of trailers for a movie you never quite get to see.
So it’s all flash and no fight.All surface sheen and shimmering pizzazz....with virtually no substance. And while the huge amount of male eye candy on show may sucker-punch the likes of the feminine gender into thinking this is a good movie, believe me, this is Nothing like a good movie.
It’s like Man United’s strikers-all style no substance.For a start it was only a few years ago that the original 11 heisted $160 million from munchkin gangster Andy Garcia. So, why do our wimpy heroes get all discombobulated when the Cuban Mr.Pepperpot wants his money back?
If you’ve got that much dough, you can hire enough hit men to take out Harvey from Celebrity Fit Club(and believe I wish somebody would.)
Then there’s the ludicrous return of Don Cheadle as the Dick Van Dyke of dynamite.This man can act (he’s just earned an Oscar nomination for his role in a forthcoming movie about the Rwanda genocide) but here he’s an embarrassment. He’s going through the motions, as is virtually everyone in this farrago of appalling and over-long nonsense.
OK so the direction may be slick, but it’s also slimy and superficial. Only Matt Damon and Catherine Zeta-Jones emerge from this self-indulgent mish-mash with any credit and that’s because they work at playing characters rather than just coasting along on their charm.
Ocean’s Twelve has no tension, no excitement and no fun. It’s a waste of everyone’s time and a lot of someone else’s