Danny Ocean calls on old buddies from his World War II unit to pull off a heist on five casinos in Las Vegas at the same time on New Year's Eve. As the crew attempt the perfect robbery, a series of events and the snooping of a former gangster threaten to thwart their carefully laid plan.It seems not everyone is even aware that the 2001 Ocean's 11 is a remake of a Rat Pack caper from before man lands on the moon. Indeed a line of dialogue really dates the film: when Danny Ocean (played by Frank Sinatra) is asked why no-one's done the heist before if it's so fool-proof, he responds with "Same reason nobody's gone to the moon yet - no equipment. But we're equipped." The suave dialogue between the huge cast pops with 1960s swing culture whether it's through a sassy one-liner, an obvious set-up leading to a rewarding pay-off, or a smarts-riddle back and forth between men in sharp suits and slicked hairstyles.Naturally for a film from this era, there are more than a couple of moments which should be taken with a hefty pinch of feminist salt. In one scene, two of the gang are receiving massages and it's heavily suggested the two women are open to the idea of impromptu prostitution. In another, Sinatra tempts his estranged wife to get back together with him by sliding his hotel room key down the front of her dress. Finally, Dean Martin distracts an incredibly drunk women from heist activities by making advances on her. So yeah, not exactly up to 2018 post-Weinstein standards.The plot lurches from one conversation to the next and never really feels like it's going anywhere until suddenly they're undercover in the casinos spraying doors with invisible glow in the dark paint and rigging fuse boxes in preparation for the big one. Before you realise it, the lights have gone out and they're stuffing bags with cash. The heist itself is over in a matter of moments and the rest of the film focuses on the gang's attempts to avoid suspicions of a retired gangster hired by the casino bosses to get their money back (played by Cesar Romero, the man who would go on to play the Joker in the Batman TV series). He unsurprisingly turns the screw on the gang by blackmailing them for half their loot in return for his silence.The 'shocking twist' ending you're promised on the back of the DVD case was so predictable that I even joked "what if this happens?" - little did I know that I'd unintentionally ruined the surprise. As good as this film is, the remake is superior; a better use of the cast, a better script and a better reveal all contribute to a more enjoyable cinematic experience. What you get here is a slice of classic cool (and it is cool) with some great moments but an unsatisfying ending.Best Quote: *picking up the hotel room phone* "Hello, this is a recording. You've dialled the right number - now hang up and don't do it again!"

Lucky to have seen this after I watched the Clooney's 11,12 & 13. Must say, it's a nicely made movie with stellar cast and decent performances. The climax is neat !. Loved the movie. Didn't expect that coming. Maybe because of the newer versions. Don't know. But this 1960 classic is surely a must watch for all those loving heist movies. Pace is slow. Might get boring at times.But all in all , a good package.I don't come from the heritage times, but nevertheless,classics remain a classic.disappointed at such a low rating here.

Lewis Milestone produced and directed this original (and highly successful) heist picture which featured an all-star cast headlined by the Rat Pack: Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Sammy Davis, Jr., Peter Lawford, and Joey Bishop as well as Angie Dickinson and Shirley MacLaine (the latter in an uncredited cameo). Its screenplay was written by Harry Brown and Charles Lederer from a story by George Clayton Johnson and Jack Golden Russell. Other that appear include Richard Conte, Cesar Romero, Patrice Wymore, Akim Tamiroff, Henry Silva, Norman Fell, Red Skelton (as himself) and George Raft.Sinatra plays Danny Ocean, a man addicted to danger and excitement which causes estrangement from wife Beatrice (Dickinson). His latest scheme is a grand plan to reunite his 82nd Airborne Army veteran friends – fifteen years after their acclaimed service in various World War II theaters of battle – to knock over the five main casinos (Hotel Flamingo, the Sands, Desert Inn, the Riviera, the Sahara) in Las Vegas during New Year's Eve.Among Ocean's eleven co-conspirators are Martin and Davis Jr. (who each sing a couple of songs), Lawford, Conte, Bishop, Silva and Fell; additionally there's Tamiroff, who doesn't participate in the robberies, but helped to plan and finance the operation. Lawford plays Jimmy Foster, whose soon-to-be fifth father-in-law, gangster Duke Santos (Romero), figures in the aftermath, hired by the coalition of casino managers – led by Raft's character – to find and return the stolen millions.There's a somewhat predictable twist ending.

Of Interest only as an Artifact, its Artificiality is Acute and its Antiquity is Apparent. It Epitomizes the Plastic and Forced Cool of the Participants and what Passed for Breezy, Aloof, Non-Conformity. Truth is, All of this Non-Conformity was nothing but Packaged Personalities Manufactured for Easy Consumption by Pseudo-Anti-Conformists.It Doesn't Age Well, it Doesn't Wear Well, and its Facade gets more Glaring with each Passing Year. It is a Perfect Personification of the Stale and Inhibited Demeanor of its Time that was about to Change in a Few Years as all of the Make-Up and Stiffness was Posed to Give Way to a more Honest and Freewheeling Culture. This kind of Stuff just Had to Go. It's Expiration Date had Arrived.The Movie is Excruciatingly Dull, Not Funny, and Barely Entertaining except for a Chance to See Big-Name Stars On the Screen in Portrait.Nothing comes off as Easy-Going, Natural, or Ad-Lib as it is often Sighted. In Fact, just the Opposite. Everything looks Scripted, Staged, and Performed, no matter how many Cigarettes or Drinks are Passed Around.Cesar Romero and Richard Conte (non Rat-Packers) are the only ones with any Apparent Dignity. The Songs are a Waste, with Sammy's "EE-OH Eleven" Embarrassing and Dino's "Ain't that a Kick in the Head", much Better On Record. Sinatra doesn't even Bother with a Tune and Wears some of the Ugliest Sweaters Imaginable.Overall, only for Die-Hard Rat-Pack Fans and to See what passed for Highly Stylized Fluff in 1960 and a Last Gasp for this Type of "Cool", that would Soon be Laid to Rest and then just to be Sure it was Dead, Cremated.