There’s a scene in The Descendants where George Clooney’s Matt King runs to a neighbor’s home, which is supposed to be funny but only serves to show that he is miscast in the role of Matt King, a husband and father of two who has just found out his comatose wife was having an affair. The problem with the scene is that I can see George Clooney acting; straining to run the way he thinks a middle-aged, repressed man would who is suddenly experiencing a moment of spontaneous emotion.

When it comes to George Clooney, I’m in that minor camp of women who doesn’t get why the other 95% of women swoon over him. Which means that when I watch a Clooney film, I judge him strictly on the acting and this time he falls short. There are times when I’ve really enjoyed his work and believed his performance as in Syriana but this isn’t one of them. Continue reading »

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