INTRO
BRIEF
When casino mogul Terry Benedict tracks down Danny Ocean and his crew, demanding repayment for the money they stole (with interest), the gang heads to Europe for one last score. But this time, they’re up against a mysterious rival thief known only as the “Night Fox,” and things get personal, messy, and increasingly convoluted.
Rated: PG-13 | 2004 | Crime/Comedy | 2h 5m
LINKS
IMDB: https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0349903/
WIKIPEDIA: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ocean%27s_Twelve
Rotten Tomatoes: https://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/oceans_twelve
TVTropes: https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Film/OceansTwelve
WHERE TO WATCH
Streaming: [Check JustWatch for availability]
TRAILER/CLIPS
Social Media Post
Ocean’s Twelve (2004) – The heist boys are back, and this time they brought French flair, Julia Roberts playing Julia Roberts, and a plot twist wrapped in a caper inside a smug look. #NightFoxSaysMeow
SHOW NOTES
- So many subtitles… and none of them help.
- Brad Pitt eating in every scene: a Filmsack tradition.
- This isn’t a movie. It’s a Eurotrip with style.
- The Night Fox dances through lasers like it’s Cirque du So Smug.
- Matt Damon trying to assert himself = comic gold.
- Julia Roberts playing Julia Roberts playing Tess Ocean… what are we even doing?
- Vincent Cassel being very French and very shirtless.
- Andy Garcia is still mad. Like *really* mad.
- That train scene. That mansion scene. That twist no one asked for.
- The whole plot depends on them losing… but not really?
- The movie folds in on itself like a cinematic croissant.
- Don Cheadle’s accent is still aggressively… something.
- “We’re not robbing them, we’re paying them back… by robbing someone else.”
- Did Rusty ever sleep? Or just snack and pose?
- It’s not a job. It’s personal. But also a job. But mostly personal.
- Europe is beautiful but hard to rob.
- This feels like a sequel made while they were all on vacation… and I’m ok with that.
- So many cameos. So much smirking.
- It’s like a perfume ad with more heists.
- Still better than Ocean’s 8. Don’t @ me