Today I ventured over to my favorite indie movie theatre, the Bryn Mawr Film Institute (home of the most amazing popcorn in the world, made with sea salt and sunflower oil) to see George Clooney and the girl who got pregnant on "Secret Life of the American Teenager" cope with their mixed feelings about taking their wife and mother off of life support, after being in a coma. It was good, really good- don't get me wrong. But there is just something strange about watching Shailene Woodley in a legitimately serious role after her attempt at being a serious actress in "Secret Life," which was clearly a complete joke. Even though she was really poorly casted, George Clooney was incredible. The way he conveyed his internal conflict between loving his wife to the end of her life no matter what versus his disdain for her after he found out that she was having an affair. But how can you hate someone who is dying in a coma? Although I have no way of understanding what his character was supposed to be going through, the single tear he shed while saying his goodbyes, said it all. I really hope he gets an Oscar nod for this role, he deserves it. He seems to become a better actor with each role he accepts. George Clooney, like good cheese and wine, only gets better with age.
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