In preparation for Ocean's Thirteen and in utter tardiness to stay up to date on Steven Soderbergh's men-gone-glam trilogy, I was indulgently overjoyed to watch Ocean's Twelve recently. A reiteration of the first Ocean's film, George Clooney remains sexy, Brad Pitt continues to swallow gulps of food between cool sentences--eating has never been so cool--and though this list could continue to describe the rest of the characters, including Matt Damon's freshman gangster tendencies, his eager yearning to talk tough like his un-emasculated compatriots, it will stop here, because you already know these guys. And that is what makes Twelve endlessly entertaining: Clever, debonair men looking great and succeeding because of it.These next few posts will be a short few sentences in order to catch up quickly on my film notebook. Time is also scarce these days since I began a project as a research assistant to a visiting documentary filmmaker. Her name is Judith Helfand, and you can read all about her here. More on this in the coming days…
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