The American

Posted on September 2, 2010

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Filmed mostly in Italy, it’s a little bit reminiscent of Clint Eastwood’s westerns – not much dialogue, long shots of countryside, close ups of George Clooney’s face but without the haunting music, and not much of a story either. Clooney as Jack/Edward/Mr. Butterfly is a hitman and gun dealer laying low in Italy while the dust settles after a killing in Sweden. The reason behind this killing is vague.
He meets a priest who you just know knows something, in the end, he doesn’t. He falls quickly for a prostitute even though he doesn’t really trust her. There’s one scene in a restaurant that is suspenseful and then nothing happens. Overall, it’s some jerky actions – he appears to be comfortable putting a gun together or taking it apart, but not so good at using it – and you keep waiting for the big reveal that never pans out. This is not George at his finest.   And he chews gum.  That is so Britney Spears.

He’s still mighty nice to look at and you do get a quick glance of his bare behind. Whether that’s worth the price of the ticket is up to you.

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