Feh. Feh and double feh. Put this on that ignoble shelf with “American Splendor,” another movie just not. . .important enough to be made. Mr. Clooney is a dynamite actor — funny, charming, the closest thing we have to Cary Grant. But he isn’t a director. He mishandles nearly every scene. Only the musical montages (of which there are many) have any validity, once again reminding us all how important it is to have a good editor. The acting is hammy — Drew Barrymore’s Annie Hall-ish meet-cute is a disaster — and the formal tricks Clooney wants to impress us with are just. . .lame. Guy Ritchie, you talentless hack of sound and fury, you have another minion in George. There have been three recent movies, all of which simply weren’t important enough to get made. This, American Splendor and Auto Focus. Oddly enough, the only one of these not to get good notices was “Auto Focus,” and that was the only one I liked. Does the spirit of Armond White move within me?