This week @ the Byrd: Ocean?s 13

photo credit: Jake Lyell Recently, I made some sweeping statements about the seemingly indefatigable trajectory of trilogies as of late, fueled by my bitter and almost personally offended disappointment in the final installment of Pirates of the Caribbean. One is enough! I said. Two is indulgent, and three is simply showing off effects, recycling jokes, and losing […]

The Byrd Theatre, Richmond Va

photo credit:
Jake Lyell

Recently, I made some sweeping statements about the seemingly indefatigable trajectory of trilogies as of late, fueled by my bitter and almost personally offended disappointment in the final installment of Pirates of the Caribbean. One is enough! I said. Two is indulgent, and three is simply showing off effects, recycling jokes, and losing your audience in the process. Well, sue me. I forgot about the Ocean’s 11 stuff (though I’m not sure how, considering my almost scary trust in Soderbergh and Clooney), and about midway through Ocean’s 13, I realized…hey! I am NOT lost, I am NOT confused, I am NOT bored, and I am NOT ready to write a “you’ve let me down” email to a bunch of famous dudes who don’t care. I looked around at my fellow Cloonz-fans. Everyone’s eyes were alight, their heads were nodding, and they laughed with genuine glee at the appropriate times. No one, except a Frodo follower, expects the third part of a trilogy to be the big mind-blower.* And though Ocean’s 13 may be a slightly weaker version of the other two, it is still clever enough to save the films from the trilogy curse. (more…)

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