If you're planning on seeing "The Monuments Men," keep your expectations very, very low. Or keep your money in your pocket and stay home.
The script is a mess, the dialogue stunningly trite or absolutely cringe-worthy (Kate Blanchett, with a French accent, trying to seduce the properly married, upright Matt Damon by repeatedly murmuring that it is Paris, after all, wink nudge. Really? That's the best you could do for poor old Academy-Award-winning Kate? Ah, Monsieur, but it eeeze April and it eeeze Pareee . . . .?)
Worse, the story line is so chopped up it's hard to know what's going on besides endless shots of our various heroes in jeeps zipping around piles of rubble. Granted, the story is a long, complicated one to tell since this special branch of the Army spent years trying to rescue and reclaim all of the art that Hitler looted. But that's what good script writers do, construct coherent narratives from complicated history and establish, in key scenes, sans voice-overs, what's going on.
So the lack of a good script (and good editor) resulted in a movie had the feel of a director overwhelmed who finally said, Aw, screw it, and cut his footage into pieces, spilled it out on the table and just connected up bits and pieces, added some voice-overs in a desperate attempt to 'splain things, then hoped for the best.
Well, the best didn't happen and adding George Clooney's voice-overs didn't help. Especially since he kept troweling on the trite patriotic sentiment about "art" and "civilization" and "why we fight" like thick treacle.
The real Monument Men's story deserved better. So, track down a recent story about them in the Smithsonian magazine or go get some of the books written about the subject. It'll be a better investment of your time and money.