In the Ocean's series of heist movies, Danny Ocean and his gang adopted a modified version of the Robin Hood principle. They robbed from the rich but any idea of giving to the poor stopped at their own wallets.

Never capturing the sleek cool of the original trilogy, Ocean’s Eight is a dull film rescued by an ensemble of excellent women.

If there's one film you see at the cinema in 2018, make it Ocean's 8.

Plain and simple, it's lightweight, funny as hell, star-packed, and - in a year bursting at the seams with movies about heroes fighting crime (seriously, Google 'films of 2018') - it's high time we got to enjoy one that features a bunch of kick-arse women actually committing one. Why? For mega bucks and a shitload of diamonds. Naturally.

Verdict: An exceptionally well-frocked crime caper

This gender-swapped entry in the Ocean's franchise features a sparkling cast but is lacking in drama.

To be fair, there's ample fun to be found in Bullock's rapport with both Blanchett and Paulson, and in Bonham Carter's scene-stealing awkwardness. Having Hathaway skewer her public reputation is among the movie's best touches too, although it's nowhere near as savvy as her role in last year's Colossal. And yet, the sparkling cast can't lift a film that merely watches their characters put a plan into action with minimal roadblocks or tension.

"So the Ocean family traits are ingrained and lasting.

An elaborate scheme. Complex skills. In they go blasting.

It’s an enormously fun ride

Watching these cool women slide

Into a great adventure. Excellent (lead and ensemble) casting."