Ocean’s 8 looked to be an upgrade over the played-out George Clooney – Matt Damon super caper series. Sandra Bullock and a never sexier Cate Blanchett hold up their end, only to be let down by a script that’s more flat spumante than bubbly Dom Pérignon. My theater twittered on occasion but never uproariously.
Looks great, tastes bland you could say. While fine for a girls night out, it failed for a dude looking to be entertained by a cadre of hot women pulling off a $100 million caper. The ticket-taker asked to be informed if Bullock was better than Clooney. I replied she’d surely be better looking. Alas, looks aren’t everything.
Sandra Bullock & Cate Blanchett can lead any movie and I’d pay to watch it, Ocean’s 8 being sad proof.
Vogue fans and their sister fashionistas will naturally overlook Ocean’s 8’s manifold flaws in favor of its stylish scenery, celebs included, not to mention the gauche efflorescence that is the Met Gala.
As to behind the camera talent, Gary Ross has written and directed great movies before: the original Hunger Games, Free State of Jones & Pleasantville, to name a few. He will again.
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