Directed by Gary Ross (2018)
by Jaime Davis, The Fixer

I was 22 when Ocean's Eleven came out in 2001. I didn't think much of it at first - a remake? From Steven Soderbergh? Dude you better than all that! And who cares about remakes anyway except for he-devils like Michael Bay? It was summertime when it was released, and I was about to be a senior in film school. My family and I were on an annual summer vacation in Breckenridge, Colorado, and my best friend from college, Kathy, was with us. I was having a heckuva time in regular life. Depressed, lonely, drowning in a long-term relationship I couldn't swim my way out of. At the time, my after-graduation plan was to move in with my boyfriend and go to grad school. Get married. Life settled. Game over. Marriage was a foregone conclusion on the part of my bf and his family, yet no one really consulted me about it. I didn't yet understand or know how to put into words why I was so unhappy. Having come out three years ago (almost to the day)...now I see it very clearly. But in those days, the life staring me in the face felt so not mine, like I was watching it all happen to someone else, in very dark, very slow motion. I accepted it as is because I thought that's just what you do. That's just what I get.