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''Ocean's Eleven'' has no pretenses, yet it's a scrumptious and dizzy-spirited lark, a what-the-hell-let's-rob-the-casino flick made with so much wit and brains and dazzle and virtuosity that the sheer speed and cleverness of the caper hits you like a shot of pure oxygen.

In this remake of the 1960 Rat Pack film, George Clooney plays Danny Ocean, who plans to steal the take from three Las Vegas casinos owned by Terry Benedict (Andy Garcia). Danny assembles a team for this mammoth job, which includes Brad Pitt and Matt Damon. Steven Soderbergh understood that all he had to do was show some finesse and he could get away with this low-blood-pressure heist picture, keeping the tiny germ of a story about hitting the casinos. Still, he rallies a seismic jolt of enthusiasm, and the movie is an elating blaze of flair and pride. – Elvis Mitchell

Ocean's Eleven asks the question, What is Oscar-winning director Steven Soderbergh doing remaking a 1960 Rat Pack flick best remembered for Frank Sinatra's orange sweaters and Dean Martin being Dino? Answer: having a ball. You will, too; Soderbergh's joy is contagious.

The new film borrows only the basics: a plan cooked up by Danny Ocean (George Clooney) to rob three Vegas casinos (the Mirage, Bellagio and MGM Grand) owned by Terry Benedict (Andy Garcia), the guy who moved in on Danny's ex-wife Tess (Julia Roberts). That's it.

The rest is meeting the eleven: Brad Pitt is terrific as a cardsharp reduced to giving poker lessons to Teen Beat cover boys — Joshua Jackson, James Van der Beek and Topher Grace as themselves. Matt Damon shares a great sting scene with Bernie Mac. Casey Affleck and Scott Caan are a pair of prime goofballs, and Don Cheadle, Edward Jemison and Shaobo Q in get their licks in, too.

As for Clooney, his effortless star power is a thing of beauty. He'd own the movie if Elliott Gould and Carl Reiner didn't steal every scene they're in. Soderbergh treats these old pros with unforced affection. The whole film is relaxed, a caper with no guns, no gore and scant use of the f word. Soderbergh's assured style is a tonic. The laughs keep coming, down to the final credits: introducing julia roberts — that's funny. Forget Oscar, Ocean's Eleven is the coolest damned thing around. - Peter Travers

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OCEAN'S 11

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Ocean's Eleven asks the question, What is Oscar-winning director Steven Soderbergh doing remaking a 1960 Rat Pack flick best remembered for Frank Sinatra's orange sweaters and Dean Martin being Dino? Answer: having a ball. You will, too; Soderbergh's joy is contagious.

The new film borrows only the basics: a plan cooked up by Danny Ocean (George Clooney) to rob three Vegas casinos (the Mirage, Bellagio and MGM Grand) owned by Terry Benedict (Andy Garcia), the guy who moved in on Danny's ex-wife Tess (Julia Roberts). That's it.