Nominee #19 - Ocean's Thirteen (2007)
Danny Ocean is back in business with his gang for the third heist after Willy Bank, a casino owner betrays on of the eleven.
Steven Soderbergh Writers:
The final film in the Ocean's Trilogy, starring George Clooney, Brad Pitt, Matt Damon, Andy García, Don Cheadle, Bernie Mac, Ellen Barkin and Al Pacino, is set in a Las Vegas hotel-casino and sees the super-smooth band of thieves undertake one more heist in retaliation for the way one of their own was duped by the villainous casino owner, played by Al Pacino.
Julia Roberts as the lone female star from the 2001 movie disappears from the 2007 movie, the third and final instalment of director Steven Soderbergh’s Ocean’s trilogy.
Some of the dialogue is slick because it’s delivered by stars and some of it doesn’t matter because it’s delivered by stars.
Pitt: I’ve gone through so many blueprints I can taste the ink through my fingers.
Clooney: What did you say?
Pitt: What could I say?
Pitt: That’s what I said
One of the more outrageous caper tricks the gang uses is deploying the drilling machine used to drill the Channel Tunnel (yes that drilling machine) to simulate an earthquake that will provoke their target (Al Pacino) to evacuate his casino and make it all easy pickings. With all that build-up, on the night that matters most, the drill conks.
One of the most memorable elements in the movie is Vincent Cassell as master thief Francois Toulour ‘The Night Fox’ who is contracted to swindle Ocean of his loot but for all his careful moves, is outfoxed by Ocean.
Cassell aces the scenes where he first practices in his elaborate home and then beats on-site multiple tracer-lasers to steal diamonds. Cassell’s real-life experience in ballet and circus school lent him an authenticity that few actors carry on to the screen in live-action sequences that demand incredible energy, pace and lightness of touch. The grace and menace he brought to that brief appearance lifted a movie that was already floating on franchise air-power.
As someone once said the charm of the Ocean series isn’t so much the plot or the script or the acting but the fact that you feel you’re eavesdropping in on a Hollywood party, where the stars you love and admire are together, goofing around, mocking each other, mocking those not around and mocking you in the bargain. They’re in on the joke and so are you.
After a point you’re not just eavesdropping. You’re in the foyer. Hell, you’re bringing them drinks. It’s grin-wink-smile-click and over before you know it, but, God, how you love it.