
The third installment in Steven Soderbergh's hugely popular franchise is one long, lame joke. Smugness is not something I like in a film, and you will not watch a movie more infatuated with itself this summer. The revenge ploy in itself is a puzzle to watch, but its execution is so unbelievable I yawned. Nothing works in this film: not one witty line, not the Valentino suits, not the Vegas cool, not the many many moving parts to the heist. I should have just watched Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer. At least Alba knows she's in a dump.
The biggest con-job this movie pulls is on your wallet. Stay Away.
3 comments:
Haha! Thank god I watched it before reading this otherwise your verbal assault would certainly have convinced me otherwise (maybe not, actually. George Clooney vs Kartik Nair? Hmmm).
I actually liked it in bits and pieces. Mostly Brad and Clooney's crackling chemistry :)
Kartik! I feel Aamir carries off the college student act with elan.
I'm a HUGE fan of your blog, but as far as this review is concerned, I beg to differ.
Deepak Uncle is so very proud of you!
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