I used to like George Clooney, I thought he was one of the good guys and he seemed like the kind of man that would have a stylish pair of slippers.
It was a bit hard to recover from his Buzz Lightyear impersonation in Gravity, but I got there, eventually, I mean, the Cohen Brothers vouch for him so he must be ok, right?
Monuments Men is the final nail in the coffin of my respect for George Clooney; it’s two hours of American propaganda designed to reinforce the idea that America is the oldest and most important nation of men. It has obviously been financed by a tobacco company and it is downright fucking upsetting to anyone who knows anything about art, history, the second world war, smoking or script writing.
It is with a heavy heart that I say, Clooney, you are dead to us. The rest of the cast were funny on Graham Norton though.
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