Oceans Eleven once again proves what a bad thing popularity is. It also proves that Steven Soderberghs ego has swelled to tremendous proportions.Always one with a penchant for the caper flick but not just any caper flick, a trendy one (Out of Sight, The Limey) this Rat Pack rehash also allows him to relax in his mainstream laurels (as seen in Erin Brockovich). On the good side, Bernie Mac is hilarious in his small role (You might as well call it white jack!) and far too deprived from the weight of the action. Also, George Clooney and Brad Pitt manage to be suave without being too annoying or cocksure, and lastly maybe even best Julia Roberts is hardly even in it. (Her first appearance is more than 45-minutes underway.) But as you see, that leaves room for a lot of bad, not to dwell on levels of coincidence, absurdity, asinine comedic relief (Casey Affleck and Scott Caan what the hell was that?), and the fact that Roberts was, every once and awhile, around. Now, in addition to Soderbergh topping and taking on Soderbergh, he also thinks he is Paul Thomas Anderson and Guy Ritchie.
With Andy Garcia, Don Cheadle, Matt Damon (playing a mini-Ripley) and Carl Reiner.[Not to be bothered with.]