Jay Kelly - Reviews

This charming-enough dramedy plays like a cinematic riff on the poignant song "Cat's in the Cradle," sending its Cary Grant-like leading man on a guilt trip that stretches from Paris to Pienza.

...is wistful, romantic and unashamedly old-fashioned, and would be a fitting swansong for Clooney as an actor, were he to retire.

...Baumbach’s ode to cinema is springy enough to pick itself back up just in time to usher in the actor’s great epiphany.

...plays like a loving tribute to its lead star.

Clooney is often accused of playing himself in movies, so he’s not a surprising choice to play an elite actor but he knocks the role out of the park anyway.

George Clooney is raw and revealing as an ageing movie star.

Is Clooney playing himself in Jay Kelly? Perhaps – and that’s exactly what makes this probe into movie-stardom so compelling.

...is a study of a man in the middle of a personality crisis who worries that doesn’t have one, only the personalities which fictional characters and the glory of celebrity have granted him.

A solidly good time, but perhaps a little slight.

...has Kelly and others talk about what it really means to “play yourself,” rebuking a common dismissal of movie-star artistry.

...a masterpiece of looping, self-referential writing that coalesces into the deeply painful realisation that life isn’t quite like the movies after all, and the only take we’ve got is the first.

...en bra film – men inte en minnesvärd sådan.

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