During my umpteen watching of Ocean’s 11, the same question keeps coming up after this exchange:
I am pretty sure that there is no such thing as an Incan matrimonial headmask. A google search returns almost nothing and there are no pictures. OTOH, a search for Moche erotic pottery does return results…
Yeah, I came up dry with that search as well.
It’s hard to believe that Hollywood would actually lie to us.
:dubious:
Bummer. I’ve a bare spot on my wall. An IMH would have been perfect had, of course, it existed.
From Wiki:
So it sounds like Incans were less likely to have matrimonial headmasks and more likely to have matrimonial corporate logos and business cards.
Don’t you see, that’s why they’re so valuable.
Hollywood wasn’t lying to you. Rusty was lying to Shane.
I just got this movie from Netflix last week. I’ve seen the last half on TV a few times, but never the whole thing, uncut. It was very good; a simple genre in the hands of a master, like Bobby Flay making a hamburger.
Now, how did they get all those fliers for hookers down to the vault?
[spoiler]
Packed in the gear bag that the SWAT team carried in with their ‘tactical’ stuff. [/spoiler]
I’m talking about the fliers that wound up in the back of the van. Those bags were carried from the elevator to the van by casino personnel before the SWAT team ever showed up.
For that matter, there’s the logo inlay on the vault floor. “It was installed on Tuesday.” The security on that vault is supposed to make Fort Knox look like a 7-11; but they’re letting workmen in to do floor inlays? And Danny, et al., have been casing the joint so well they know the names of the guards girlfriends, but didn’t know there’d been a contractor down to the vault?
None of which matters. This is a heist movie that’s less about the heist than about the people pulling it. Clooney and Pitt are excellent as two guys who have known each other long enough to finish each other’s sentences. Elliot Gould, Carl Reiner; who cares if it’s impossible.
The director admits that there is no way they could have.
Incan Matrimonial Headmasks?
Band name! (Or user name.)
I know.
Like I said, I’d seen the end of this movie several times, and it was good enough to make me want to see the whole thing. I never noticed that inconsistency about the fliers. Then I caught that error, and watched the director’s commentary the next day and he mentioned it, too.
(Some other interesting stuff in there; the problem of having so many characters and giving them all enough scenes that we don’t forget any, and holding back two of the stars so they only show up for the second half of the movie.)
And it’s still a great movie. I tend to get very caught up in the plots of movies; so busy absorbing the story that I don’t give much thought or attention to the craft of telling it. But there are some films where the dialog and performances are so much fun that gaps in the story don’t take anything away. The Big Sleep is like that. So is this.
Is it worth seeing the Frank Sinatra original, or either of the sequels?
The Sinatra film is not worth it. Ocean’s 13 is worth watching if it comes on a movie channel you already subscribe to or perhaps borrowed from the library. Ocean’s 12 is a cinematic abortion.