Feh.
Sometimes I wish that George Clooney would try a movie where he didn't have a scene where he is nose to nose with another actor, speaking sternly, or loudly, and staring at them in the eye, like they are men in mortal combat for their souls or those of the women who love them and they are locked in some kind of earnest-off. Who can look more...more...compelling! Sensitive! Truthful! Real! Ugh!
I like him well enough, but not well enough to like this movie. Why did he have a son in this story? Why did he have a gambling problem?
I love Tilda Swinton and she was good, but the character seemed beneath her talent.
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