Ocean's Twelve is all about worshipping Hollywood stardom, it's for those millions whose personal satisfaction is humility before idols. This is for those people who can be awed by another human being. This is for those poeple who can be awed by another human being because they are rich and/or famous and/or goodlooking. In short, People Magazine subscribers, this movie was written just for you. Forget about the plot, it doesn't really have one, I mean there something about some piece of eurotrash called the "Night Fox", and something with Andy Garcia collecting his money, but it's worthless and you, the target-audience, don't really care. You do get to see a lot of Brad Pitt's square little head, and you get to bathe in Clooney's smugness, and you get to wallow in Horse-face's "charm" as she reprises most of the characters she has played in movies like Pretty Woman and Notting Hill. Matt Damon is the best thing in this film, I write this reluctantly because it means nothing. Nobody is funny, nothing is clever or interesting, and there is no reason to see this movie except to see the people who play the parts.