November 11, 2008: Leatherheads
I bring this review to my faithful readers to illustrate how I struggle with the notion of writing about every movie I see. This movie played in its entirety on a screen in front of me, yet I don’t recall a single scene or line, and certainly couldn’t tell you what happened at the beginning, middle or end of the film. Obviously I was doing something else during the run time, but whether it was surfing the web, filing, or something else, I can’t recall.
I hadn’t been too interested in seeing this movie, since I’m not a particular fan of football. From the previews, it seemed like it was going to take on a tone of goofiness which might be well-suited to George Clooney in a different setting, and which suits John Krasinski in The Office, and which Renee Zellweger can sometimes get into with the right story and the right co-stars, but it still didn’t appeal. How about I just declare this a minor George Clooney vanity project (he directed), and admit that I really didn’t watch it, and call it quits?
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