From that point on, well, there’s only one, maybe two great nail salons in Amsterdam.
I was rewatching Ocean’s Twelve, because empty calories and fantastic faces. Having watched it a dozen times, I was struck by how it doesn’t fit together like a Major Motion Picture.
Many of the scenes are vignettes. They’re structured around one as little as one laugh or minor plot beat, like I’d expect from an unscripted show. Especially in the back half of the movie, many of the scenes watch like they’re built around a single punchline, often with background action advancing or distracting from the heist-puzzle.
I know this isn’t High Art or Cinema™️, but I love it.
