All involved parties showed up fo the “Leatherheads” premiere in Hollywood last night. Of course, Renee Zelleweger and George Clooney…and George’s other half of the past few months, Sarah Larson. I’m kind of surprised she’s lasted this long but, then again, I’m not. I get the feeling George likes plucking these girls out of relative obscurity because there’s less mess to handle when he’s ready to move on. I mean, you date an Aniston and you’re guaranteed to have to deal with not only all her drama, but all the tabloid attention a pairing like that would entail. So George picks a Vegas party girl, gets some attention, but it’s not suffocating. Then when he cuts and runs, she’s probably just grateful she got to go to a few Hollywood premieres and got some fun trips out of it.

Or, you know, it could be true love. My gut is not an exact science, people.

Anyway, this movie. I have to say, though it’s getting some good, early reviews, I have no interest. Which surprises me as I usually want to see George’s movies. But, this? I just get a ‘meh’ vibe from it. Maybe it’s the whole notion of resurrecting the whole screwball comedy angle, maybe it’s Renee’s squinty face or John Krasinski‘s rubber one, but I think I’ll pass.

Oh, one last thing: doesn’t the above picture look like a man, his bored, aging wife and the man’s mistress? I’ll leave it to you to puzzle out who’s who in my scenario.