Dodge Connolly (George Clooney, God's gift to women on planet earth) is an aging football player in 1925. His team, the Duluth Bulldogs, succeeds mainly on Dodge's roster of trick plays. Unfortunately, professional football is under-appreciated in the 1920's and the Bulldogs are about to fold. However, Dodge gets the brilliant idea that if the team could acquire former Princeton gridiron standout, Carter Rutherford (John Krasinski), they could make the country take notice. Since Carter is also a war hero, tickets sales would increase dramatically. However, Carter's slick agent, C.C. (Jonathan Pryce) insists on a big portion of the profits for his client's services. Dodge and company agree to the terms and everyone benefits. The country does change its attitude and fans begin to flock to the stadiums. But, in Chicago, a newspaper editor gets the scoop that Carter's war hero status may be questionable. He sends his ace reporter, Lexie (Renee Zellweger) to uncover the truth. As soon as the lovely Lexie hits the scene, both the younger Carter and the older Dodge take notice. Who will win her heart, even as she secretly plots to undermine the Bulldogs success with the skinny on Carter's "Sergeant York" reputation? This is a charming, high-spirited film that will entertain most audiences, football lovers or not. Naturally, the stars are a big reason for the movie's success, for Clooney and Zellweger are the cream of Hollywood. More on that later. But, the lesser players here are very fine, with Krasinski just wonderful as the football hero and Pryce, especially, doing a great turn as an in-this-for-me agent. All other supporting cast members, although unknowns, are utter perfection. As a re-creation of the times, the film succeeds very well, as the costumes, sets and other assets are notably terrific. If there are any faults to the film, it is the uneven script and, yes, the direction. Clooney has proved he is a great director (please see Good Night and Good Luck) but he seems to have used too tentative a hand in this one. (Forgive me, George, for I adore you). The result is a nice story that probably could have been better. The editing, also, seems choppy at times. Then, too, Clooney is at fault, on occasion, with his direction of Zellweger and himself, as they both sporadically appear to be either trying too hard or not enough. Yet, as Gilda Radner used to say, "nevermind!" This is a flick that will please its audience every time, as it is, in the final analysis, clean, goodhearted fun for all. Do make time for Leatherheads. It is a crowd pleaser that makes all of the big plays, even as it occasionally fumbles the smaller ones.