I'm done with Twelve.

Don't get me wrong, I loved Ocean's Eleven. Never mind that it is about a robbery, and the heroes are the robbers. But the sequel "Ocean's Twelve" really put me to sleep. Roger Ebert liked it. He writes, "Now, with 'Ocean's Twelve,' (they ) are doing a jazz riff. This isn't a caper movie at all, it's an improvisation on caper themes. If at times it seems like a caper, well, as the fellow said when he got up from the piano, it might not be Beethoven, but it has a lot of the same notes."

This is one of the rare times I have to disagree with Ebert. It's like how the Filipino movie scribes justify a mess of a Regal film, the kind where they put the Regal Babies together to pack in the crowds, and the script was written at the back of cigarrette case. Fine, the allusion to a jazz riff might be an explanation. But, this is not a song. This is a movie. At the end of the film, I felt like having emerged from watching an animated film from the seventies. The figures are stick-like, shallow, and the plot is something a twelve year old would have in his mind for a home movie with an all-star cast. Really, I was waiting for the song and dance part that usually accompanied the end of a Mother Lily film in the old days. The result, a bored lawyer. Frankly, I think Hollywood has ran out of ideas. I'm going back to the classics.