Unlike its predecessor, a remake that clung to a hoary heist formula, this sequel contains ample pleasures, most of which amuse as the result of surprises both great and small (Julia Roberts' role is amazing, yes, really). Everybody from the last flick is back: Linus (Matt Damon) wants to get more respect, the Malloy brothers (Scott Caan and Casey Affleck) still bicker incessantly, Frank (Bernie Mac) has a thing about his nails, Saul (Carl Reiner) wants out, and Don Cheadle's cockney accent still sucks beyond belief. Brad Pitt's Rusty causes trouble by falling into bed with Catherine Zeta-Jones, then escaping out the window when he learns she's actually a Europol agent trying to track him down. Meanwhile, there's another master thief out there called the Night Fox (Vincent Cassel), whose ego demands that he match wits with Danny Ocean (George Clooney) to determine which of them is the best. Director Steven Soderbergh uses many of his old tricks, and deceives us with casual banter that turns out to be pointed indeed.