
After a week of not much else aside from Hitchcock thrillers, The American seems to fit in very well. The American is a slow thriller that builds the tension slowly, arguably too slowly, to a very obvious and predictable outcome that causes the tension to fall flat. Jack (Clooney) is an assassin who wants to retire, but is being chased by some unknown Swedes. His handler advises him to hide out in a small Italian city under the name Edward. While he hides out, he is commissioned for one last job - to construct a custom rifle for a fellow assassin. During his stay, he befriends the local priest and falls in love with a prostitute.
This is a thriller about an assassin with no thrill or action. The film is slow paced and short on dialogue. The audience is presented with shots of the Italian hillsides, of Clooney driving through said hillsides, of Clooney walking the winding streets of Italain towns, of Clooney working out, and of Clooney working on his rifle. People who enjoy watching Clooney as eye-candy will probably enjoy the film for that reason alone. Not only does the film not provide much dialogue, it never answers any of the multiple questions it raises. We are never given any information into Jack's background, we don't know who he works for, we don't know whose trying to kill him, and we don't know why he wants out. All in all, we don't know anything, which leaves me wondering why we should care. If you're interested in a existential examination of an assassin at the end of his game starring an often shirtless Clooney, you'll find what you're looking for. As much as I wanted to like the film, and as much as I understood what the film was trying to do, I failed to enjoy it.
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