Same dross, different gender. Danny Ocean’s kid sister Debbie (Sandra Bullock) whiles away a five-year stretch in the pokey by conspiring to knock over the annual Met Gala. Her seven same-sex associates are all assigned one function/trait needed to advance the plot: Rihanna as the spliff-rolling hacker (with the floating Jamaican accent), Mindy Kaling as the jeweler with an endless supply of asides, etc. Only Helena Bonham Carter’s fusspot designer makes proper use of her screen time. The Rat Pack delivered on its promise of campy misogyny. Clooney and the boys showed off their sartorial flair and little else. Listen closely and you can hear the ghost of Mr. Sinatra wheeze, “Dumb broads can’t even count to eleven.” The best that can be said is Eigil Bryld’s cinematography is easier on the eyes than a dimmed screensaver. And as cheesy as the 1960 original is, not one of the twists in any of the four remakes/sequels is a patch on its socko payoff. (2018) — Scott Marks
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