An underrated, lovable sequel that's Soderbergh's French New Wave movie on a Hollywood budget. Shot in Europe with as much film grammar and retro-ness as possible; freeze frames, zooms, dollys, cross-cutting, hand held, location shooting, flashbacks, intertextuality, format changes, 4th wall breaks, false starts, smash cuts, misdirection, absurd plotting, celeb cameos, meta-ness, 0 fucks given whether you can keep up
Ocean's Twelve is everything that the first film wasn't... Where Ocean's Eleven was a fun, tight crime thriller Ocean's Twelve is a tiresome and convoluted follow up that only exists because the first film made enough money to warrant a sequel. The forced romance between Pitt and Zeta-Jones characters only boggs the movie down and the main antagonist has none of the menace that Andy Garcia had in the first film...
Un regia ed un cast stellari, per un prodotto finale, ahimè, più che terrestre. Punto favorevole la sceneggiatura che per giocoforza cerca di dar rilevanza a tutto il cast con dialoghi ritmati e scanditi, ottenendo un buon risultato, mentre ciò che fa storcere il naso sono le scelte hollywoodiane da manuale, che spesso stancano e risultano banali. Che peccato il finale.
Convoluted, indulgent and borderline avant-garde, but I still think it's kind of amazing. It almost feels like a prank from Soderbergh and company, hustling 100 million out of a major studio to take a European vacation and make what is essentially an art-house caper scored by electronic and underground hip-hop.