Ocean's Twelve Reviews
Ocean's Twelve feels like a lark, a dashed-off confiture that isn't so much a movie as an excuse for a bunch of old friends to hang out in Europe with somebody else paying the bill.
Soderbergh and his scenarists, George Clayton Johnson, Jack Golden Russell and George Nolfi, are doing a jazz riff. This isn't a caper movie at all, it's an improvisation on caper themes.
Who doesn't want to see George Clooney nuzzling alongside Julia Roberts, sipping champagne on the patio of an Italian villa? They're just so darn attractive and wealthy looking and on top of the world.
Hits a new low in condescending facetiousness, with no fewer than 15 performers of varying talents, tongues firmly in cheeks, undercutting all the genre's action conventions while camping up a storm on two continents.