Ocean's Twelve (Steven Soderbergh, 2004): B

Hi. So I am going to try again to write reviewlets of films I see. But it probably won't last long. But here is my first for 2005. But anyway, Soderbergh, as always, does such a masterful job at flow (no one is better at getting timings right) and creating the requisite vibe -- good thing, as the same sucky screenplay directed by almost anyone else would be a C (or probably a D+ if you ditch the awesome celebrity cameo(s) at the three-quarter mark): the events on screen fall apart the moment one slightly considers their plausibility, and Roberts/Clooney giving their version of the story at Toulour's house -- ick. (It does not remotely make the sense.) Like last time, Mr. Grace almost steals the movie in a 20-second role; good job, Topher.