Went on some errands to Fort Walton last night, tried to kill some time by seeing Oceans 12 on an impulse. On a side note: isn’t it maddening when theatres don’t post shows and times on a electric marquee? For a film that, it seems, attempted solely to be impressive (I wish there was a way to make the word ‘impressive’ have flashy lights), it rather flopped. While looking at the remake of Oceans 11 through the spectacles of the original was interesting and perhaps slightly nostalgic experience, the commerce between Oceans 11 and Oceans 12 is hardly something to keep one’s concern, and as Laura Clifford points out, walking out of a theatre with the pestering feeling that you’ve just paid for a self-congratulatory overseas party for the rich and famous of Hollywood and didn’t receive an invitation in return isn’t most people’s idea of a good time. We’d rather watch the Academy Awards, and, perhaps, learn something. Ah well.