directed by George Clooney
George Clooney the director has drifted toward the center over the years, dipping away from the wild and competent Confessions of a Dangerous Mind, and inching his way to more modest camera stylings, and The Ides of March is a well shot, well acted and, for lack of a better word, convenient piece of film that doesn’t do much other than say “Hey, isn't politics screwy?” Clooney is a natural on and off the screen, and I love Ryna Gosling with a fervor that many, including my fiancée, would call unhealthy, but even when the dynamite Marisa Tomei as a generic tough shit journalist and PH Hoffman as the paranoid and ragged mentor to Gosling AND the marvelous Paul Giamatti as the jaded and cut throat rival campaigner- jeez, BC, you are making me feel very conflicted. Then you know how I felt, good reader, when I stood up to exit the theatre, because the bottom line is that The Ides of March is a generic plot about an idealized politico’s fall from grace and the down and dirty world of partisanship sprinkled with good acting and good directing. I feel like Rodney Dangerfield in Caddyshack talking about that hat in the pro shop. “Oh, this is the worst looking hat I ever saw. What, when you buy a hat like this I bet you get a free bowl of soup. But it looks good on you, though.” The Shakespearean reference in the title is a bit pretentious, to be quite honest, as is the one sheet the seems to say, "Just in case you didn't realize it, Ryan Gosling is going to be the next Clooney. Get it?" Watch it, half heartedly reference it at the next Occupy Wall Street hipster cocktail party, then quietly forget it like the rest of the world will inevitably do.