If Leatherheads teaches us anything, it’s that George Clooney needs to get out from behind the camera. He can’t direct. The shot sequences in this movie are amateurish, as are the camera angles. Worse, Leatherheads has too many jarring shifts in styles. It’s obviously a romantic comedy, but it’s also a period sports movie and a farcical homage to silent movies. There are a few attempts to sentimentalize certain people or events, but it’s not possible to feel any sentiment after the third massive fistfight, in which the barroom piano player hits one of the brawlers in the head with a bottle. (And how many more times have barroom piano players hit people with bottles in movie history than in real life? 500?)
Being a sports movie, Leatherheads is terribly cliched. Basically there’s a love triangle involving two football players and a newspaper reporter. Clooney’s character lures Carter Rutherford, a national war hero and college football hotshot, into playing for his pro team. This is newsworthy in the 1920s because professional football is practically nonexistent. Anyway, let’s skip describing all of the inbetween plot filler and just say that the movie ends with two characters literally riding off into the sunset. We have seen everything in Leatherheads a hundred times before. Maybe two hundred. Yes, we have wasted that many hours of our lives. (But we did enjoy a rare date with this one, so in this case our time wasn’t wasted. Time is never wasted with the dear wife.)
Interestingly, while Clooney is known for his liberal politics, his movie perhaps unintentionally veers toward libertarian messages. The movie seems to say nothing but good things for the business of pro football. Yes, there’s a crooked agent who’s a sort-of villain, but Clooney’s character takes a massive entrepreneurial risk and succeeds. Also, one of the major themes of this movie is the oppressiveness of rules. In the movie’s early moments, we’re told that pro football has no rules. But once the business of football succeeds, Congress steps in to appoint an ironfisted commissioner, whose first job is to enforce a new rulebook. Yet the players and referees immediately shrug their shoulders and ignore the rulebook. Similarly, Clooney takes a jab at the FCC by making several jokes about radio announcers accidentally broadcasting taboo words. And the cops in this movie are numbskulls, as they try to break up the speakeasys, while the football commissioner is an oppressive federal appointee. By exposing these themes, we aren’t suggesting that this movie has any worth, but this does point to the fact that even crummy movies try to moralize about something.
Entertainment: 4
Intelligence: 2
Morality: 3 (a few unnecessary taboo words included to earn a PG-13 rating)