Soderbergh’s unofficial sequel to Out Of Sight (immaculate optics, a cooler-than-thou Clooney, scorer David Holmes’ throbbing bucket-funk) shifts it like a shark through Brylcreem. Building on the crucial fundamental that the secret to a good heist is in the set-up, Danny Ocean’s audacious busting of three Vegas casinos in one night avoids all the pitfalls of its back-slapping Rat Pack source.

We’re talking cosmic casting here – from Pitt and Clooney’s smartmouth volleying to Carl Reiner’s washed-up scammer, there’s not a weak link in sight. Bottling each star’s charisma is no mean feat, but Soderbergh’s ultimate coup is mashing up styles (fades, flashbacks, split-screen, kitchen sink) without it feeling overdone (much like GoodFellas, even the editing’s witty). Sceptics might scoff that it’s a movie about nothing and too immersed in its own good looks, but, strutting inside its own hermetically-sealed universe of cool, it already feels timeless. See it and swagger.

DVD Extras:

As with all his DVDs, Soderbergh gives great commentary and, bouncing off scripter Ted Griffin, the voice-notes come across as a battle of dry wits. When they're not clowning out some neat throwaway gags, this is articulate, eager stuff, whether Soderbergh's gassing about the movie's look (a thoroughbred mongrel of '70s cheese and Golden Era pomp) or Griffin's dropping anecdotes. Curiously, Soderbergh admits having a wretched time making the movie. Not so the players, who are keenly represented here by Matt Damon, Brad Pitt and Andy Garcia. And that, minus a puffy press-kit skit, is it. Near constant allusions to deleted scenes (all reluctantly jettisoned in favour of pacing) suggest the best stuff is being saved for a Collector's Edition. Hurry up, then.