This post contains spoilers for Oceanâs 8.
If, as Tina Fey once said, Gravity was about how George Clooney would ârather float away into space and die than spend one more minute with a woman his own age,â Oceanâs 8 takes it one further â in a film that stars four different actresses over 40, Clooney doesnât even show up. But the movie is sure to give us a very good reason: As we learn at the very beginning of the movie, Clooneyâs Danny Ocean has died of unknown causes while his sister Debbie (Sandra Bullock) was locked away in prison.
Or ⌠has he?
The question of whether or not the silver-haired charmer has actually shuffled off this mortal coil hangs over the film from the very first scene. (âMy brother, may he rest in peace, was a criminal,â Debbie tells her parole board.) After our heroine has scammed her way into an armful of beauty supplies and a room at the Plaza, she pays a visit to Dannyâs grave, a gorgeous marble crypt that I guess is the kind of thing you can afford when youâve robbed the Bellagio. âYouâd better be in there,â she tells him. If youâve seen any movie â and especially if youâve seen an Oceanâs movie â this is the part where you start to suspect heâs not really dead. Weâve seen Danny Ocean slip through high-tech security systems, casino holding cells, and Andy Garciaâs clutches. Surely weâre meant to believe heâs evaded death as well?
Itâs not just Debbie: Other characters, too, canât stop talking about how Dannyâs possibly still alive. When Constance (Awkwafina) interrupts the plotting to ask for a Metrocard, she makes a point of complimenting Debbieâs hot dead brother, then asks, âSure heâs dead?â And consider these three pieces of evidence:
We never see a body.
Itâs like I always say, if a movie doesnât show you the body, itâs not fooling anybody.
We never learn how Danny died.
Was he hit by a truck? Shot by an assassin? In the cockpit of an exploding plane? Forget getting a story straight, this move doesnât even give us a story.
His gravestone says he died in 2018.
Hmm. A little bit of a coincidence that Danny would âdieâ right before his heist-loving sister got out of prison, wouldnât you think?
Add it all up, and the movie might as well be screaming at us, âHeâs not really dead!â Which is why the final scene threw me for such a loop. Having successfully pulled off her Met Gala heist, Debbie returns to her brotherâs grave with a cocktail shaker. She pours a martini, and tells him, âYou would have loved it.â If youâre anything like me, you expected this to be the moment all would be revealed. Would an elegantly aged hand reach out and take the martini? Would a male shadow appear from around the corner? Or, in my dream of dreams, would Clooneyâs butterscotch baritone intone: âI did.â
But no! None of those things happen. Instead, after a filmâs worth of build-up, we go to the credits without any appearances from a two-time Peopleâs Sexiest Man Alive; the mystery of whether Danny Ocean is really dead goes unresolved. (I guess George Clooney had better things to do.) So, you tell me: Is Danny a thief, a liar, and a corpse â or was he only lying about being a corpse?