DVD Review: “Ocean’s Thirteen” * * *

What is the deal with air travel? 

The great shame of “Ocean’s Thirteen” is that it should have been “Ocean’s Twelve.” Instead, the second installment of the “Ocean’s” series was a self-indulgent trifle filled with lame in-jokes and saddled with a disengaged European setting that felt more like a paid vacation for George Clooney, Brad Pitt and the rest of the neo-Rat Pack. Fortunately, “Ocean’s Thirteen” is a solid course correction that lands the team back in Las Vegas.

Al Pacino’s Willy Bank is a super-charged Steve Wynn/Donald Trump-alike who cheats the ailing Reuben Tishkoff out of co-ownership in a massive casino that looks like a Dubai skyline nightmare. The team led by Danny Ocean (Clooney) hatches a plan to ensure that Bank’s palace of cash keeps losing — if it loses its five-diamond rating, then Reuben regains control. Of course, none of this matters, because the joys in “Ocean’s Thirteen” come from the fun that everyone on screen is having with the cool-as-dry-ice dialogue.