Ocean's 11 (2001) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
The original Sinatra version of Ocean's 11 may be the single film in history with the most undeserved cachet. Of course, it had a special kind of cool because the entire Rat Pack performed in it together, and Sinatra called all the shots, several times reportedly humiliating the director publicly. Sinatra was an egomaniac, so how could any mere director tell him what to do? Besides, they only had so much time to devote to this movie, and that didn't permit many retakes. They only had 24 hours in each day, and they were performing in the casino at night as well as filming during the day, and they also needed plenty of time for smokin', drinkin', and fuckin'. |
So the movie was just Sinatra and his guys hanging around and acting cool. They were good at that. Nobody was hipper than Frank. Nobody was cooler than Dino. Nobody had more talent than Sammy. They were the ultimate "swingers". (TRIVIA: Angie Dickinson appears in both versions) |
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To a great extent, the remake, although a far more professional movie, is more of the same.
So what is the film really? It is a movie star vehicle. It's glamorous, glib, entertainment. It's our modern version of Sinatra and Dino, or Gable and Lombard, hanging out on screen, having fun, exchanging snappy banter, and letting us hang with them for a while. Oh, the actors aren't in charge this time. Steven Soderbergh helmed the project, and he's a disciplined director, but he's smart enough to know that if you're going to make an ultrahip swinging movie with cool personalities, you have to let them do their thing. So Soderbergh tries to stay out of the way and let everyone be hip and amusing. To a great extent, he succeeds. George Clooney and Brad Pitt, perhaps the last two remaining movie stars, give us their twinkliest eyes, and their various cohorts cavort around appropriately. |
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Frankly, they needed a different
leading lady. Julia Roberts didn't have the looks or the charm to have
been what all the fuss was about. She looked thin and haggard, and she
acted strident, as if now permanently possessed by the ghost of Erin
Brockovich. More to the point, she isn't "cool". She always
plays it strident and irritating. It needed
Jolie or even Mrs. Pitt - someone who could match barbs with the boys. Surprisingly, the tacked-on ending of the film is virtually an ad for a sequel! Overall, it's pretty good mindless entertainment, lots of stars delivering plenty of hip one-liners. |
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