I had read bad reviews of “Ocean’s Twelve” long before it finally arrived at my house thanks to Netflix. We settled in last night to view it and after 20 minutes the story still hadn’t really begun. And that’s where “Twelve” differed from “Eleven”. See, “Eleven” was fun and witty and engaging. “Twelve” was boooorrrrrring. Denis and I both ended up taking little mini-naps through the whole thing.
I will say this though. The George Clooney is quite yummy. And YAY for Vincent Cassel being in it (he’s my only French fake boyfriend). And for that, this movie gets
1 1/2 Capoeira sessions out of five.