30 November 2010
... and North of the Border- THE AMERICAN Review
Clooney plays Jack, an accomplished hitman who's about to retire because of a job that goes wrong in Sweden. Surprise surprise, his last assignment is not going to go exactly as planned. He holes up in the picturesque village of Castel del Monte and poses as a photographer as he gets on with the job- constructing a compact murder weapon for a fellow assassin. More prominently, Jack ends up having existential chats with the local priest and a passionate tryst with a prostitute. Told you it was more about him than about anything in particular...
You know how people say the Jason Bourne series is like James Bond with the fun excised? Or even that Daniel Craig's Bond movies are like James Bond with the fun excised? Well what The American presents is a much closer approximation of what would happen if the 007 series was character-based. Even the opening credits, set after an extended beginning sequence, deal in silhouettes and backlighting. What would happen if Bond was seriously haunted every time one of his conquests was killed by a man with metal teeth?
As I said, Clooney has been well appraised for his performance, which is something like a more twitchy and subdued version of his Oscar nominated performance in Up In The Air. Jack is a loner, who travels light and denounces emotional attachment to commit to his line of work. It just happens that he's more in the business of killing people rather than firing them as in Jason Reitman's considerably more breezy romcom. There's also ample support from Violante Placido and Paolo Bonacelli.
Perhaps the maddeningly inspecific title, in the year that we also saw titles like The Road and The Town, is there to mark a contrast with the overwhelmingly European feel of the film. Placing George Clooney into the setting of a tiny Italian village in the mountains makes his nationality into his most obvious characteristic. However well served the film's version of Castel del Monte is with tavernas, churches and brothels, Jack is still a big fish in a small pond there, and the effect is to make him deeply paranoid about his pursuers' resources.
The American is so self-contained that it's more haunted than haunting. It will leave an impression, but because it's not really about anything other than the one character, it's difficult to declare where exactly we've travelled to by the time we get to the partially open ending. It all looks beautiful, with some stunning locations, a retro aesthetic and a very attractive cast, but I don't know that it's as substantial as it thinks it is.
The American is now showing in cinemas nationwide.
If you've seen The American, why not share your comments below? If you fancy experimenting, watch this in a double-bill with Machete, as I did. Machete is like the Joker to this film's Batman. Dammit, now I'm remembering George Clooney as Batman...
I'm Mark the mad prophet, and until next time, don't watch anything I wouldn't watch.