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There is something ridiculously great about the Oceans movies. The third was no exception. Funny and sharp and tongue-in-cheek. Boatloads of sexual tension (goddamn, Rusty, Danny, just go have sex please), a dash of EDDIE FUCKING IZZARD, and the controlled chaos that's inherent with so many characters in one twisty, lovely story. Also, I want to have sex with the cinematographer and the set designer. God, it was a beautiful casino.

Go see it, folks. If for nothing else than Izzard in a sexy pinstripe suit, saving the day.

-Luce