The charisma hadn’t curdled yet in this franchise, whose third installment ran as smoothly as ever on little more than style and star power. This time the usual suspects (including George Clooney, Brad Pitt and Matt Damon) plan to rob casino magnate Willy Bank (Al Pacino, out of place among the matinee idols). Director Steven Soderbergh’s quintessential escapist entertainment allows you to float along under the spell of the verbal tête-à-têtes, the sparkly lighting and the jazzy rhythm of his always inventive editing. This is one of those bright, shiny things that delights us as if we were simple babies. Some of us might even drool.