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The Basics: Back from Europe and missing Julia Roberts, the boys club of thieves is out for revenge on jerk-o casino owner Pacino (whose evil dealings have caused criminal guru Gould to have a heart attack). Their goal is to bankrupt his new operation on opening night. And you know they succeed or there wouldn't be a movie. But watching them do it is still a blast.
What's the Deal? Blockbusters that come in threes usually wear out their welcome by the time they hit you up that third go-round. And in Twelve, the smug, we're-just-having-fun-and-you-lucky-people-get-to-watch-us-be-glamorous-while-we-do-it was negatively compounded by a plot that made no sense. But this time, they went back to Vegas and made a fun heist movie again. It's totally in love with itself, of course, one that would hog the mirror from now until the sun froze if you let it (sort of the cinematic version of the popular kids in high school putting on a show). But you end up not holding that against it.
When to Walk Out: Before the last couple of scenes. The major plot wrapped up, Clooney and Pitt decide to spend the last moments of the movie getting into a winking-at-the-camera contest by goofing on their own offscreen lives. It's dumb.
Most Surprising Cameo: Not Julia. In fact, the only woman around with any plot involvement is Barkin. You'd think there'd be at least some impetus to have a woman in the mix, at least one whose job is to do more than get conned and humiliated. But that's a whole other rant. Anyway, Oprah pops up for a second. It's funny. Not as funny as Ryan Seacrest's Knocked Up cameo, but still pretty hilarious.
The Guys Get Shirts! Pacino, at one point, talks about "slicing like a hammer," a line that's funny all by itself, but if you check out www.noisetank.com/integrity before you see the movie, you'll have a dumb piece of in-joke trivia to share with your friends afterward.