MASTERS AND SERVANTS.

There are terrible seasonal movies thrown together in a state of laziness and disgust--for instance, that poisoned plum pudding "Ocean's Twelve," in which the director, Steven Soderbergh, and a dirty-dozen pack of stars amuse one another with how little they care about what they're doing. Hanging out in such difficult-to-like locations as Rome and Lake Como (in George Clooney's villa), the stars put each other on and then smile knowingly, as if in possession of some delicious secret. My, what fun. The movie treats us like servants thrilled by the wonderful time our masters are having on vacation. Even servants have pride, however, and memories of "Ocean's Twelve" have ...