George Clooney makes a great idiot.
The man was born to be a matinee idol, a modern-day Cary Grant, but he’s never better than when he throws vanity away while working for the Coen Brothers.
As Ulysses Everett McGill, self-avowed leader of a trio running from a chain gang, Clooney does it all.
Wailing “I am a Man of Constant Sorrow” while wiggling a fake beard, trying (and failing badly) to jump a moving train, or getting tossed from a store after losing a fight (“And stay out o’ the Woolsworth!!”), he’s pure moronic perfection.
No one does it better.