Leatherheads (George Clooney, Renee Zellweger, John Krasinski, Jonathan Pryce) – It’s just fun. Set in the 1920s when pro football wasn’t even on Americans’ radar screen (the NFL started in 1933), this comedy romp is a perfect vehicle for the glib George Clooney and his television alter-ego, John Krasinski. Clooney plays veteran Dodge Connelly, the aging star of the Duluth team. Krasinski plays Carter Rutherford, college Ivy League football superstar and war hero, who is about to go to law school but is lured by Clooney to join the Duluth team by the big money Dodge foresees from huge gate receipts Rutherford will generate. Of course, Carter becomes the star and Dodge the also-ran. The dream all comes true but there is a complication. There always is. There is a girl. There always is. And this one is pioneering, star reporter Lexie Littleton (Zellweger) of the Chicago Tribune. With a tip from a soldier from Rutherford’s army unit, she is out to prove that Rutherford isn’t really the war hero everyone claims he is. In the process, of course, Lexie is charmed by Rutherford and he by her. Then, in a trusting moment, he confesses all. The act of bravery was actually more an act of drunkenness and a comedy of circumstances that was blown way out of proportion. Of course, Lexie is also charmed by the older Connelly (Clooney has that effect on all women), who relishes Rutherford’s sudden fall from grace. It becomes predictable now as Rutherford’s agent (Jonathan Pryce) challenges Lexie’s source (who recants) and he story. In the end, right prevails, Clooney gets the girl, and pro football is set to become the American pastime. This is a very enjoyable, old-style romantic comedy that doesn’t take itself seriously. Take a look and enjoy the most likeable ensemble in years.