George Clooney is hot.
John Krasinski is hot.
In this movie, George Clooney and John Krasinski were both hot. They got muddy and sweaty on the football field. They punched each other. They exchanged snappy, witty banter with Renee Zellweger, whom I love, although I think that may be an unpopular opinion nowadays. I’m not sure.
Renee Zellweger wore pretty vintage clothes and kooky hats. She was one of those little girl reporters with moxy and spunk who gets to show up her male colleagues a time or two.
Screwball comedy abounded. John’s sleeve caught on fire. George fell off his motorcycle. Renee and George dressed up like police and pretended to be suicidal to escape being caught in a speakeasy.
It was all very light and fun and a little meandering but mostly entertaining.
Did I mention George Clooney? And John Krasinski? Being all hot?? Because they were. That right there was worth the price of admission. If you appreciate the hotness of George or John, go see it.
If you don’t, there may be something wrong with you.
The End.
