Better than 12. Not as good as 11. (Seeing a trend here?).

Still savvy, cool, smooth and convoluted (and ten times better than 12 without JR) but, again, the writing let me down with Pacino's part. He was just a gullible twat, taking in everything and everyone who came knocking on his door. I tell you, he would have allowed a fake British Gas inspector in to nick his pension.

I was waiting for the grand triple-double-bluff but it never came.

Kind of had problems trying to work out who the 13 were. I think Garcia and Izzard made up the pack. Maybe Gould's butler, too.

Anyway, a brilliant Oprah scene but I do seem to recall them letting Pitt off the constant eating.