Few will deny that Ocean’s Thirteen is an entertaining and fun time. The entire cast genuinely appears to be enjoying themselves and their well-publicized off-set chemistry clearly translates into the film, infusing the movie with a very loose and breezy vibe. However, if you feel like you’ve seen this movie before, it’s because you have. It was called Ocean’s Eleven. Sure the motive is personal this time around, the heist is a little more sophisticated (or absolutely ludicrous depending on how much you’re willing to suspend your disbelief), and some new characters have been thrown in for good measure, but the film essentially remains a rehash.

There are a lot of things to recommend about Ocean’s Thirteen. The film thankfully improves upon the terrible and snobby Ocean’s Twelve, while maintaining its infectious slick and laid-back style. Pacino is also expectedly wonderful as the backstabbing villain and makes for a fine addition to the already top-notch cast. But as pleasant as the film is, the gang’s antics are beginning to wear a tad thin and predictable, suggesting that Ocean and company should probably call it a day unless they have a real reason to reunite.