Sunday, January 09, 2005

Ocean's Twelve and Rude People

Carley and I went to see Ocean's Twelve on Saturday night and, depressingly, it didn't exactly go great.

Point one: The movie was...enh...not so great. It wasn't terrible by any means, but it couldn't hold a candle to the first one. First, it's very easy to tell that the script was not initially written with Ocean's Twelve in mind. The story was very convoluted, and there was not nearly as much interaction between the characters as in the first. In fact, with the exception of Pitt, Clooney, Damon, and Roberts, the characters from the first movie are reduced to bit parts. Hell, Bernie Mac is in jail about a quarter of the way in (not that that's a terrible loss, but...).

And then there is the direction of Steven Soderbergh. Here's the deal with Soderbergh: he gained a ton of notoriety early in his career for his raw edgy style, and his use of handheld cameras. Now, he is an Oscar-winning director, so, may I just say, get off the handheld kick. And, failing that, the zoom button must be used sparingly. Spar-ing-ly. Instead, much of the movie had this creepy 1950's beach movie vibe as he zoomed in and out on characters.

Now, the real reason the night wasn't great (although it did provide some humour): The couple behind us had apparently never seen a movie before, and felt it necessary to reveal plot points. Loudly. And the revelation of these plot points resulted in the back of Carley's seat being kicked.

To illustrate my point, here are two of the myriad times the guy revealed intricately disguised plot points (points which, I think it can be said, the entire movie...nay, the entire movie industry hinged on):

One of the characters (who came out of nowhere, by the way), told Brad Pitt's "assistant" Catherine Zeta-Jones to tell Pitt that the notion of a sexy assistant is terribly cliché. As he hangs up, his own sexy assistant emerges from a back room.

Guy behind us: "That's funny, because he has his own sexy assistant."

In order to get more men assigned to her case, Europol inspector Zeta-Jones forges her supervisor's signature on a form. Later in the movie, an official approaches her and says that she would like to speak to her about some discrepancies in her paperwork.

Guy behind us (15 minutes after the confrontation with the official): OH! That's because she forged the documents! Remember? Earlier on!

Yes. Yes we do. Thank you.

It was an enjoyable night as I got to go out with Carley, played some Mario Party, saw a movie, and she even suggested a new book I could read. It's just a shame that the movie and the movie-going experience were less than spectacular.

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