Just like Vegas' hottest new casino, Ocean's Thirteen comes packed with a host of slick, highly-stylized visuals and enough clean-cut cool to entice any ordinary Joe off the street to empty his pockets in hopes that the atmosphere alone with hypnotize him to a point where he'll walk out broke without feeling any pain whatsoever. The summer's threequel theme returns this weekend with a third installment stuffed full of Hollywood's favorite A-list stars and, although it's far superior to the mis-managed mess that was Ocean's Twelve, Ocean's Thirteen doesn't quite top the fun and suspense of the original (and when I say 'original,' I mean the Ocean's Eleven from 2001, not 1960). It's fun, it's campy and it's worth the gamble -- that's if you don't mind shoddy character development, regurgitated gags and an unrealistic story.
Proving once again that what happens in Vegas should definitely stay in Vegas, Danny Ocean (George Clooney) and his crew return to the town where they belong, but this time they're not out to fill their pockets with other people's money. Nope, they want revenge. When Danny's friend and mentor Reuben (Elliot Gould) is forced against his will to hand over his 50% share in a new casino to his slimy, opportunist ex-partner Willie Bank (Al Pacino), the shock and overwhelming disappointment lands Reuben in the hospital, near death and unable to speak. Thus, Danny, Rusty (Brad Pitt), Linus (Matt Damon), Basher (Don Cheadle), Frank (Bernie Mac) and the rest of Ocean's wannabee hustlers arrive to plan Bank's demise and, at the same time, score a big fat one for Reuben.