Oceans 8 Review Heist Franchises Female Reboot Gives You Stars For a Steal

Casting eight female stars, all consummate scene-stealers, as master thieves in a gender-reversed spin on the all-dude Ocean s 11 trilogy? It s a smart idea – not to mention smashing fun. Yes, the plot has more holes than a wheel of swiss cheese and director Gary Ross (The Hunger Games) lets the script he wrote with Olivia Milch go slack in its mid-section, but odds are you won t give a fuck. Ocean s 8 is a heist caper that looks gorgeous, keeps the twists coming and bounces along on a comic rhythm that s impossible to resist. What more do you want in summer escapism? Sandra Bullock, all sass and steel, stars as Debbie Ocean, just out of prison on a five-year rap and determined not to go straight. (Debbie is Danny Ocean s sister; no, George Clooney does not appear.) She s had half a decade in the slammer to figure out her ultimate scam. Every year New York s Metropolitan Museum of Art throws a charity costume ball that brings out the famous in outrageously expensive designer duds and jewels – it s known as the Met Gala and has more security than the U.S. Mint. But our parolee aims to get in and steal the Toussaint, a $150 million diamond necklace from Cartier that will hang from the swan-like neck of movie star Daphne Kluger, played by Anne Hathaway in the most hilarious sendup of celebrity vanity in ages. Take that, Hatha-haters! The thing is, Debbie can t pull off the heist alone. So she recruits her best friend Lou (Cate Blanchett, taking glam to the next level). And Ms. Ocean is supposed to be pining for a prettyboy gallery owner (Richard Armitage) who done her wrong, but let s be honest: Bullock and Blanchett show a flirty chemistry that s far more intriguing. As it should be, in a romp where the dudes are basically accessories, although James Corden gets in a few licks as insurance investigator who pops in near the end. But we re getting ahead of ourselves. The hijinks come when Debbie and Lou assemble their team: There s dizzy, fizzy Helena Bonham Carter as Rose Weil, a past-her-prime 1980s fashion designer they ll need to dress Daphne for the party. Sarah Paulson is Tammy, a suburban mom who traffics in stolen goods on the side. Mindy Kaling is Amita, a jewelry expert with a Mindy Kaling glint in her eye. And how about Rihanna, a regular at Met Galas, dressed down in fatigues and combat boots to play a hacker named Nine-Ball. These top-tier stars don t get nearly enough to do, though watch out for breakout star Awkwafina – this hip-hop ball of fire makes every comic minute count as a sleight-of-hand artist who walks off with every scene she s in. Her bit about a Metro Card is priceless. In the end, Ross connects the dots of the robbery with a functional competence that can t compare with the high style director Steven Soderbergh lavished on the male Ocean s films. It s the ladies who carry this caper flick over its rough spots. Somewhere out there, Debbie tells her cohorts, there s an eight-year-old girl dreaming of becoming a criminal. You re doing this for her. They re doing it for us, too. What dude wouldn t want to enjoy the company of eight actresses who make a zirconium plot sparkle likes diamonds. In summing up her strategy – and not coincidentally Hollywood s archaic attitude toward female buddy movies (look what happened to the Ghostbusters reboot) – Debbie points out that a him gets noticed and a her gets ignored. Not this time, sister. You can take Ocean s 8 to the bank. 2 days ago