Months ago when I saw an ad for "Leatherheads", my first thought was: How many movies can Hollywood possibly make about football?? We've had "Remember the Titans", "We Are Marshall", "Friday Night Lights", "Rudy", "Radio", "Any Given Sunday", "The Longest Yard" original and remake , "The Program", "Varsity Blues", "Jerry Maguire", "Hometown Legend", "Facing the Giants", "Necessary Roughness" shall I go on? Even the Marx Brothers fooled around with <more> the sport in "Horse Feathers".I've seen about half of those, and they vary in entertainment quality; but still, did we really need another one? How many times can we see that plucky underdog team with the inept, quirk-ridden players face insurmountable odds to pull off a nail-biting victory against a cocky, well-organized opponent of legendary status? Apparently one more: With "Leatherheads", George Clooney creates one of the funniest comedies I've seen in years.Clooney directs himself as "Dodge" Connelly, a pro-football player in the 1920's, when "pro" was a laughable term. In an effort to save the bankrupt sport, Connelly schemes to hire college football hero Carter Rutherford John Krasinski , whose game skills, coupled with his story of taking out an entire German platoon by himself, has made him America's poster boy.Reporter Lexie Littleton Renee Zellweger doubts Rutherford's war story and sets out to expose him. But she didn't expect Rutherford to take a liking to her. Nor did she expect Connelly to find her fascinating as well. In the end, it's more than a game between Duluth and Chicago; it's also a fight to the finish over who wins Littleton's affections.George Clooney directs with the same snappy panache he has on screen. From the opening ragtime drumbeat to the last drive off into the sunset, the film is infused with an immensely buoyant spirit that makes the entire film a viewing pleasure.The script by Duncan Brantley and Rick Reilly is funny, lively, and frequently clever. Sure, it falls right into line with every other underdog sports story, but it also manages to prove that thought and creativity can still overcome formulaic doldrums. Whiplash conversations between the feisty Connelly and the irascible Littleton had me laughing out loud, and more often than any film in the past twelve months.The leading trio of Clooney, Zellweger, and Krasinksi are well-cast. Clooney brings back the comical timing and facial mugging that added a dash of zaniness to his roles in "O Brother, Where Art Thou?" and "Intolerable Cruelty", and combines it with a suave veneer that makes him an irresistible personality. Miss Zellweger is, basically, her usual self. I've never been fond of her as an actress it's either the voice or the constant pouting expression but she certainly does no harm here. She doesn't quite nail the Rosalind Russell persona she seems to be reaching for, though what she comes up with still works well against Clooney's antics.John Krasinski, from last year's unforgivable "License to Wed", is dashing and charming as a young college athlete. He has a nice blend of both shyness and confidence, and a killer smile. I have no doubt we'll be seeing much more of him on film screens in the future.The film is populated with some of today's most versatile character performers, including some of Clooney's fellow Coen Brothers alumni: Wayne Duvall is the Duluth manager with a constant wad of tobacco clogging every sentence he utters; Stephen Root is the team's on-staff flask-toting reporter; Heather Goldenhersh puts in a cameo as a ditsy flapper; and the legendary Jonathan Pryce plays smarmy financier C.C. Frazier.The combined effect of all the wacky personalities, which includes the entire Duluth team of misfits, results in some of the best screwball comedy moments you're sure to see this decade. Oh, the history of screwball comedy has seen better films, to be sure; but while "Leatherheads" may be pale when compared to the likes of "Bringing Up Baby", it is nonetheless a strong contender in the field. It is also far less exhausting than listening to Katherine Hepburn rattle off a thousand words a minute. The film itself looks beautiful. James Bissell's sets, lit and photographed by Newton Thomas Sigel, are as charming as the actors moving within them. And Randy Newman's toe-tapping ragtime pumps it all up that much more. The whole production evokes a vivid sense of nostalgia, and very much feels like we are back in the 20's even though they didn't have such rich, colorful film stock back then.I'm not a doom-sayer about our economy, but there's a kind of irony in the fact that the film takes place just four years before the Great Depression. If you're finding yourself cutting back on your entertainment budget and don't want to risk ten bucks until you get a second opinion, allow me to recommend "Leatherheads". Of course we all have differing views on which films are worth the ten bucks, but your face will pretty much have to be chiseled in stone to not crack a few smiles during the film's run. I was still smiling when I reached my car. <less> |