Did you Watch Ocean’s 8 full movie online yet? Last night the I took in the latest film Ocean’s 8 free with a offer. Ocean’s 8 is almost certainly the best date movie of the year: It’s a clever heist movie that’s deeply amusing and features the most entertaining and attractive collection of actresses collected in one spot in a great many years. Men and women alike will find plenty to love. Word of mouth is going to be great. I promise you this: It’s going to be a huge hit. See it now before one of your colleagues spoils the ending.
The elaborate swindle takes place at the Met Gala, the annual fancy-dress party that takes place each May. It’s a brilliant setting — visually dazzling, bathed in mystique, full of characters from snooty European aristos to Katie Holmes — and the impossibly complicated theft is smartly imagined, if hard to believe. (Wouldn’t priceless jewelry have a tracking device built in? I mean, my iPhone has one.) Career grifter Debbie Ocean (Sandra Bullock) perfected every detail of the robbery during a five-year prison term during which, alas, her brother Danny died. (I’ll believe it when I see the body; I was expecting a post-credits sequence, but there isn’t one.)
Debbie’s old partner in small-time scams, a biker chick named Lou (Cate Blanchett), would prefer to stay clear of trouble, but then she hears about the prize: a $150 million Cartier diamond necklace that will be worn to the gala by the arrogant but self-doubting movie star Daphne (Anne Hathaway). A wacky Irish fashion designer (Helena Bonham Carter), a Caribbean hacker (Rihanna), a professional diamond appraiser (Mindy Kaling), a fence (Sarah Paulson), and a street-scam artist (Awkwafina) are easily persuaded to join the squad.
Sandra Bullock plays Debbie, the estranged sister of master con man Danny Ocean (who was played by George Clooney). Released after five years in prison on a fraud charge, Debbie has spent her time in the clink wisely by devising a fullproof jewel heist. The prize: a Cartier necklace worth $150 million. The location: the annual Met Gala in New York City, where the necklace, accompanied by bodyguards at the ready, will be worn by the self-infatuated movie diva Daphne Kluger (Anne Hathaway).
Debbie’s assemblage of her crack team has its sly amusements, especially when Cate Blanchett, as Debbie’s hypercynical best friend, and Rihanna, playing a master hacker, show up. But Rihanna, along with Mindy Kaling, who plays a jewelry expert, are vastly underused, as is Awkwafina as a world-class pickpocket. On the other hand, hammy Helena Bonham Carter, as a cash-strapped fashion designer, is overused. Her hats are funnier than her dialogue. Grade: B- (Rated PG-13 for language, drug use, and some suggestive content.)
That starts with her old gal pal and original partner in crime played by Cate Blanchett and they then proceed to add a computer hacker (Rihanna); a fashion designer (Helena Bonham Carter); a jeweler (Mindy Kaling); a pickpocket (Awkwafina); and a housewife who hasn’t given up her fencing ways (Sarah Paulson). If you’re counting, that makes seven, and so you may wonder who’s number eight.
Well, when I first saw the trailer for the film, I assumed the socialite wearing the diamonds (a fun Anne Hathaway) was the team’s mark and that the necklace was hers to steal, you know, like a spin on Clooney’s team nabbing money from Andy Garcia’s casino. Instead, she’s just the necessary vessel for the jewels, although to be fair, that changes a bit as the scheme plays out. But that leaves Richard Armitage playing the only character who gets his comeuppance (as he earlier framed Bullock’s character for criminal activity — resulting in her prison stint).
While that provides some motivation above and beyond the general score, it also robs the flick of some much needed conflict and obstacles for the ladies. Other than a moment here or there, I never felt as if they were going to have any issues pulling off the heist. Thus, it’s not as much fun, entertaining or engaging when there doesn’t seem to be much risk or doubt. Perhaps sensing that, the storytellers introduce an insurance agent (James Corden) who arrives after the theft and starts nosing and poking around. At least that creates a little tension, but it might be a case of too little and too late for some viewers.
The script, also by Ross (he co-wrote with Olivia Milch), is full of fast-talking con-speak; lines like “sometimes just knowing the job will work is enough, you don’t have to do it” and “you do not run a job in a job!” sound like motivational sayings bank robbers might have pinned to their refrigerator. And when Debbie says “it’s always the attention to detail and the little grace notes that make something sing,” she might as well be talking about the movie.
“Ocean’s 8” has those grace notes; it won’t linger in your memory, but it’s a good time. It’s a heist film that pulls off the job, recalling the spirit of the previous “Ocean’s” films and carrying it forward in a new light. It succeeds not as a gimmick or a gender-flip of an already established concept, but on its own as a worthy successor to the franchise. As a lark, it’s a pretty good one.
The film’s soundtrack offers a hybrid of standard horror beats and more ethereal sounds. It hums and whirrs, ratchets up and ebbs, and it’s perfectly synched with the storyline. How can a first-time scribe hit nary a false note? The mood is so assured, so confident, that directors twice Aster’s age might stumble to keep up. There’s a sense of mystery, suspense and downright dread in the third act, the kind that must be experienced in a full, but respectful theater. That’s collective experience is why horror still matters in our digital age. And few serve it up with more authenticity than “Hereditary.”