In his past films, George Clooney has shown himself to be surprisingly deft at working with genre and mood. Confessions of a Dangerous Mind is a stunning directorial debut that melds comedy, paranoia, tragedy, and drama, and his following works all have a smart, sensible core (although I’ll admit his previous picture, The Ides of March is slightly shaky). Unfortunately, his confident direction is nowhere to be found in his latest film, The Monuments Men. The story is scattershot in structure, narrative, and tone. The premise is fascinating, but Clooney can never seem to find the right angle, and it’s unclear if we’re watching a drama with comedic elements or a rousing World War II picture with moments of tragedy. There’s almost a total lack of cohesion, and while Clooney is occasionally able to regain control of the picture, the best moments rely almost entirely on the performances.