An unlikely World War II platoon are tasked to rescue art masterpieces from Nazi thieves and return them to their owners.
Goodnight and good luck.
[Clooney] has tried to make a big old fashioned war epic, but in the end has got little bang for his buck.
In the end it’s just a monument to bad filmmaking.
Episodic and never entirely cohering, The Monuments Men has patches of excellence, but is inadequately constructed.
It’s no great work of art itself but The Monuments Men is a fun and fitting tribute to some unsung heroes with bags of old-fashioned charm.
An amazing story and an amazing cast don’t always make an amazing film. Too light for drama, not funny enough for comedy; it’s unlikely anyone will ever risk their lives for this.
For all its tremendous production values, George Clooney’s The Monuments Men is a profoundly frustrating and unsatisfying film. Clooney simply can’t settle on a tone for the story he is trying to tell.
By no means a cheap forgery, but no masterpiece either.
Here, though, a little more irony and mischief would not have gone amiss.
A wartime misfire.
The film really isn’t substantial enough to deal in such a forthright manner with such weighty themes.
All in all, a revisionist Hollywood hotchpotch; easy on the eye, gentle on the heart, light on the head.
In a nutshell it feels like a forgery, and not a particularly artful one. The glossed-up camaraderie evokes an ersatz Hogan’s Heroes, and the drama is a less rousing The Great Escape.
General release. Check local listings for show times.
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