In 1960 Frank Sinatra's Danny Ocean grouped together his old muckers from the army, 82nd airborne I believe, back in a day when oaps were trendy and movies starred old men with wisp-brushed-over bald spots and slightly younger fellas in cardigans. T'wouldn't be hard to make a more trendy version of this selfsatisfied smug-fest. would it?

The problem with the original, viewed from the 21st century is who are all those guys? Why so many?Add that to knocking over six casinos, and each guy has so little screen time you don’t know who it is.

Technology.

Oh george and the boys have a lot.Winches and computer experts and finger print overwrites and this and that.What do Frankie and his posse have?

Infra red paint. A large part of the movie is watching whilst six guys manouvere near to six doors and give them a touch of infra red paint.So that, when the lights go, they know that the door they’re standing next to is the one. Inane.Usually these sixties films, let down by their technology are still the winners in down right cool and style. Think Jamie Bond, think Mastroianni.But these inept caperers are the worst dressed, badest haircuted mob ever to think they were the cat's pyjamas.

Ofcourse the 2002 is over run with clichés.The girlfriend who runs an art gallery, why is that particularly so popular? OK, Frank has the better ending, watch it on DVD so you don’t have to sit through the rest of it

Hmm.

So which is best? let's just say that Miss Anonymous, my co-reviewee who was rivetted through out george and brad's version - come on, the guy can even make eating a hamburger and getting the mayo all over his face look sexy, she managed twenty minutes of the cardy boys tough guys before deciding to go and watch blind date on the portable.