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.
In keeping with his general distaste for sequels -- this is his first, in fact -- Soderbergh has subverted all of the usual conventions, making the movie far more interesting than it has any right to be.
This embarrassing sequel to the 2001 remake of the old Rat Pack romp is bogus on a biblical scale -- a bunch of smug movie stars, goofing on their images, wandering through the wilderness for 40 years. Or what seems like it.
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.
Ocean's Twelve makes up for all such potential failings with a generously entertaining spirit and a large cast that brings Rat Pack familiarity and a winking sense of savvy to roles they've played before.
With Ocean's Twelve, Hollywood moves a step closer to the glorious day when it will no longer have to rouse itself to the bothersome task of making movies at all, skipping straight ahead to what the studios truly care about: the marketing campaign.
Instead of audiences feeling a part of a nifty conspiracy to pull off an audacious robbery, viewers are left largely in the dark as Soderbergh & Co. conspire to trick them with sleight of hand and misdirection.