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The writer discusses how Ocean's 8 was likely conceived as a way to come up with an original idea for a heist movie with an all-female crew. However, the movie lacked the excitement and chemistry of the previous Ocean's movies.

The heist that the crew plans is to steal a $150 million Cartier necklace that will be worn by actress Daphne Kluger to the Met Gala.

The writer feels that Ocean's 8 lacked the glamour of the Las Vegas settings in the previous movies and that the exchanges between characters like Debbie and Lou were not as enjoyable as those between Danny Ocean and Rusty Ryan. The execution of the heist itself also lacked excitement.

OCEAN’S 8

You had to know that eventually they would go there. Bereft of fresh ideas for
movies, Hollywood has taken the lazy way out; churning out super hero movie
franchises, endless sequels, prequels, remakes and reboots.

Having squeezed just about the last drop of water from that, studio suits must have
given the writers the marching order to come up with something original or at
least; slightly different from the usual fare.

I can imagine at a meeting to discuss ideas for a movie, writers munching on


pizzas and throwing ideas back and forth until someone hits an epiphany: “How
about we make an all-female crew heist movie?” “Yes! Yes! Something along the
lines of Ocean’s 11?” “Heck, we could even make it about Danny Ocean’s sister
no one knew about” “And here’s the kicker, we cast America’s sweetheart to lead
the crew”. “You klutz! Julia Roberts was in Ocean’s Twelve”. “Not that
sweetheart, the other one!” “Sandy? You mean Sandra Bullock? I think we’ve got
something here!”

And thus, most likely, was born Ocean’s 8 which opens with Debbie Ocean
(Sandra Bullock) at her parole hearing looking like a cross between Alanis
Morissette and Sofia Boutella’s Ahmanet from The Mummy (sans the facial
markings).

Apparently, a life of crime in deeply etched in the Ocean family DNA (except for
some aunt) as with only $45 to her name upon release from prison, Debbie gets
right back into the criminal life with impressive confidence tricks pulled off on
Bergdorf and an upscale hotel.

Whilst cooling off her heels behind bars for art fraud, she had obviously spent less
time mourning her deceased older brother, Danny, and more time planning an
elaborate heist at New York’s famous Met Gala (pronounced “Gahla” and not
“Gayla”).

In keeping with today’s political correctness and Hollywood’s inclusiveness and


diversity, her crew for the heist reflects the prevalent conventional wisdom. There
is the Caucasian quota represented by Danny, Rose Weil (Helena Bonham-Carter,
looking less the gothic weirdo characters she favours), Lou (Cate Blanchett) and
Tammy (Sarah Paulson). And there was, of course, the minority representations of
the black variety and Asian persuasions in Nine Ball (Rihanna), Amita (Mindy
Kaling), Constance (Awkwafina) and the Amazing Yen (Shaobo Qin).

The movie’s first hour was slow and boring setting up the crew to carry out the
heist. The heist itself was to steal $150m Cartier necklace to be worn to the Met
Gala by the ditzy actress co-host of the event, Daphne Kluger (Anne Hathaway).

But try as it did (and if we are being really honest, it didn’t even try), the movie
did not have the verve of the Stephen Soderbergh-directed Ocean movies. New
York (surprisingly and perhaps, understandably) lacked the ultra-glitzy casino
glamour of Las Vegas.

The back and forth exchanges between George Clooney’s (Danny Ocean) and Brad
Pit’s (Rusty Ryan) which is vital to the enjoyment of a heist movie was not
replicated between Bullock’s Debbie and Blanchett’s Lou.

And then there was the execution of the heist itself. It lacked spunk, felt hurried (in
resolution) and did not really leave you curling your toes with your teeth set on
edge and reeling from an adrenalin rush.

It almost felt laid back like a lady taking dainty high-heeled steps to cross the road
as the traffic light is about to turn green. Where a man would make a mad dash
across the road, a lady would just walk instead uninspired to run both by the notion
that it would be unlady-like to do so and the expectation that drivers would be
patient enough to let her cross over.

In terms of performance, the real standout was Anne Hathaway’s Daphne. She
played her ditzy actress with a believability that was both flawless and funny. Her
eventual reveal added a pleasant twist to the movie.

Ocean’s 8’s problem can be likened to what has got to be the curse of the heist for
career criminals who do it strictly for the thrill of the ride. If your career as a
conman is fueled strictly by the art of the steal rather than the commerce, there is
invariably a limited number of heist jobs that will truly satisfy your cravings.
When you have done it all, the thrill dissipates and everything else just seems to go
downhill from there on.
We have had 3 Oceans movies and this fourth one (albeit tried to flip the script
with an all-female crew) really can’t steal the fact that the thrill is gone. Anything
else from here on out is commerce, not art. 5/10

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