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Fourth and Inches 

George Clooney's ode to screwball comedies of yore is sooooo close. But yet.

Wednesday, Apr 2 2008

When Time recently featured George Clooney on its cover accompanied by the headline "The Last Movie Star" — note, not even a question mark at the end — you didn't have to read the article to know where it was coming from. After all, stars of the postpubescent 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.

Onscreen and off, 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. All of which makes his third film as a director, Leatherheads, sound almost too good to be true. It's a screwball comedy set in the 1920s, with Clooney as a scrappy hustler trying to put a respectable face on the then (literally and figuratively) down-and-dirty sport of professional football. And the opening scenes are full of promise, as the vintage Universal Pictures logo gives way to crowds of period extras cheering on Princeton college-football phenom Carter "The Bullet" Rutherford (The Office star John Krasinski), all to the tune of Randy Newman's jaunty, ragtime-flavored score. In fact, for its entire two hours, Leatherheads is rarely less than very promising — and also rarely more.

The screenplay, which was 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 on the football field or the battlefield, America loves a good hero, regardless of whether his heroism is genuine. ("Print the legend," you can practically hear the ghost of John Ford — and of Preston Sturges — saying.) Here, the self-made (or, rather, 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 an entire company of German soldiers. That faint whiff of exaggeration is enough for the Chicago Tribune to put its ace female 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 one Dodge Connelly (Clooney), the down-on-his-luck captain of a nearly bankrupt pro-football team, the Duluth Bulldogs. Where Carter regularly takes to the lush college field before a few thousand adoring fans, Dodge and his rag-tag teammates play on muddied, makeshift fields before crowds of a few ... well, just a few. So Dodge, whose eyes twinkle with entrepreneurial invention, comes up with a plan for Carter to help save his pigskin.

It's an appealing screwball premise, and there's little question that Clooney has done his homework. He has 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 has 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, exactly? Partly, that for all that looks and sounds right, 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. There are even a few long scenes, such as the first extended meeting among Carter, Dodge, Lexie, and Carter's self-interested agent (Jonathan Pryce), during which the pace slows to a veritable crawl. And for all the novelty of setting a movie against the early days of that national religion known as the NFL, Leatherheads devotes curiously 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, I think, the least visually adventurous of Clooney's three films — an intentional choice, according to the press notes, where Clooney and his cinematographer, Thomas Sigel (who also shot, quite brilliantly, Clooney's Confessions of a Dangerous Mind), speak of their affection for the "static" filmmaking grammar of the 1930s and '40s comedy classics to which Leatherheads is an homage. But look closely at those films and you will see that while their directors did not move the camera ostentatiously, when they did, 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 multi-hyphenate mini-moguls who uses his charm and popular clout to back risky projects, and who has, in what have been generally bleak times for mainstream American movies, done a great deal to sustain our belief in the possibilities of smart Hollywood movies for grownups. (And 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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