The two actors go head-to-head in Jon Watts's endearing, throwaway film, which feels like an exercise in movie star nostalgia.
By Owen Gleiberman
The age of the movie star is overrated. If audiences are drawn to movies not by stars but by franchise concepts, I don’t know how to fit Timothée Chalamet’s career into that; Emma Stone and Zendaya would also like a word. That said, when you watch George Clooney and Brad Pitt in “Wolfs,” a smart, breezy, endearingly lighthearted and debonair action-comedy about two rival fixers who must learn to work together, you’d be forgiven for describing the feeling you get as movie star nostalgia.
These two have been stars since the '90s, and no one, least of all they, pretends to be young. And yet no one makes aging look cool more than they do. Clooney is the rare actor who has always worn his gray hair as the very essence of glamour (if you see a photo of him in the old days, his dark hair looks all wrong), and now, at 63, with a silver beard and hair that's not just two-toned but marbled, he's achieved a kind of fine-wine mystique. As for Pitt, a young hen of 60, he's a little out of time.
