Leatherheads, the latest directorial attempt by George Clooney, is less than the charming actor’s best

When Time recently featured George Clooney on its cover accompanied by the headline "The Last Movie Star" you didn't have to read the article to know where it was coming from. After all, stars of the post-pubescent variety are an increasingly rare commodity these days, whereas Clooney, in just about everything he has done since he checked out of ER, seems a supernova of effortless, old-Hollywood élan.

Clooney is like a holdover from a time — which, admittedly, may only have ever existed in the movies — when men were witty gentlemen who knew how to dress, how to charm the pants off a lady, and how to throw a punch if the occasion called for it. It all makes Clooney's third film as a director, Leatherheads, sound almost too good to be true: a screwball comedy set in the 1920s, with Clooney as a scrappy hustler trying to put a respectable face on the then down-and-dirty sport of professional football. And the opening scenes of Leatherheads are full of promise, as the vintage Universal Pictures logo gives way to a crowd of period extras cheering on Princeton college-football phenom Carter "The Bullet" Rutherford (John Krasinski), all to the tune of Randy Newman's jaunty, ragtime-flavored score. In fact, for its two hours, Leatherheads is rarely less than very promising — and rarely more.

The Leatherheads screenplay, written by Sports Illustrated journalists Duncan Brantley and Rick Reilly and given an uncredited polish by Clooney, offers a minor-key variation on that enduring folk wisdom that America loves a good hero, regardless of whether his heroism is genuine. Here, the self-made (or media-made) hero is Carter, who took time off from school to fight in World War I, where he is said to have single-handedly caused the surrender of a company of German soldiers. That whiff of exaggeration is enough for the Chicago Tribune to put its ace reporter, Lexie Littleton (Renée Zellweger), on Carter's case, under the guise of writing a sycophantic puff piece. It's thus that Carter and Lexie come to cross paths with Dodge Connelly (Clooney), the down-on-his-luck captain of a nearly bankrupt football team, the Duluth Bulldogs. Where Carter takes to the lush college field before a few thousand adoring fans, Dodge and his ragtag teammates play on muddied, makeshift fields before crowds of a few. So Dodge, whose eyes twinkle with entrepreneurial invention, comes up with a plan for Carter to help save his pigskin.

Everybody loves a hero: George Clooney and John Krasinski in Leatherheads.
Everybody loves a hero: George Clooney and John Krasinski in Leatherheads.

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Directed by George Clooney. Written by Duncan Brantley and Rick Reilly. Starring George Clooney, Renée Zellweger, and John Krasinski. Rated PG-13.

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It's an appealing screwball premise, and there's little question that Clooney has done his homework. He's decked out Leatherheads with fast-talking ink-slingers who seem to have walked right out of The Front Page, a train that might have pulled out of Twentieth Century station, and a battle-of-the-sexes bedroom scene borrowed from It Happened One Night. He's also cast actors who play very well in period mode, and the dialogue is strewn with rat-a-tat rejoinders.

So what's the problem? Partly, for all that looks and sounds right here, Leatherheads never quite feels right. The tempo seems a half-beat or so off Sturges or Hawks — it aims for clickety-clack and ends up closer to clickety-clunk. And for all the novelty of setting a movie against the early days of the NFL, Leatherheads devotes little time to on-field action, even though that action makes up some of its liveliest scenes — the players' bodies a blur of muddy motion, the refs consulting their newly minted rule books before making calls. It's also the least visually adventurous of Clooney's three films — an intentional choice, according to the press notes, in which Clooney and cinematographer Thomas Sigel (who also shot Clooney's Confessions of a Dangerous Mind), speak of their affection for the "static" filmmaking grammar of the '30s and '40s comedy classics to which Leatherheads is an homage. But look closely at those films and you will see that though their directors did not move the camera ostentatiously, when they did move it, they did so as elegantly as a camera has ever been moved.

These aren't easy criticisms to make. Clooney isn't just the "last movie star" — he may be the last of a breed of mini-moguls who use their charm and popular clout to back risky projects. He has, in what have been generally bleak times for mainstream movies, done a great deal to sustain our belief in the possibilities of smart Hollywood movies for grownups. (Besides, screwball comedy is hard, and Leatherheads is nothing if not an admirable stab.) My point is simply that Clooney makes us expect the best of him each and every time out, and Leatherheads is a good deal less than that.

 
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