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Last night I made the horrible mistake of seeing Oceans Twelve with my girlfriend. I thought "Hey! maybe it will be as decent as the first one." I was wrong. I had to sit in the front row because every other seat was taken. Even before the previews had ended, I was in serious need of advil for neck strainment. I also had the displeasure of having an annoying lady with children behind me. I had to listen to their pointless comments the entire movie. Several times, my girlfriend had to restrain me from choking a few of them.
Worst of all, the movie blew. It rivaled an episode of Sex and the City in lameness. It was over-hyped, and every actor except George Clooney sucked. Possibly the worse decision that the film's director made was putting Catherine Zeta Jones in it.
About half way through, I was attempting to kill myself by headbutting a wall. People started complaining when I made noise. I couldn't even make out with my girlfriend during the movie because of its lack of decent romance. At least during a cheesy love movie like Titanic I was able to ignore what was happening on screen.
Do yourself a favor: don't go see this movie. If you already have (and you enjoyed it), Please stay away from me. I regret everything about this movie and am now dumber for having watched it.
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