I’ve seen
The American twice now and feel comfortable that what you are about to read will still be valid in 28 years.
When posters for
The American started popping up I was intrigued. I loved the two tone minimalistic poster design. It was reminiscent of those cool 70s posters for adult spy thrillers that introduced the world to me, full of high intrigue dramas and twists and someone my I age would not fully comprehend at the time.

However the bits of the trailer that I saw made
The American look like a by the numbers CIA (or other Agency) hitman on the run/having a jolly in Europe that we have all seen before. I should at this point mention that the early trailer I saw (Trailer 1 over
here is incredibly misleading - I can understand why the expositionary American voice over was inserted but I felt it did a disservice to The American and left me confused when watching the film. Trailer 2 below (which I found while writing this) gives a much better feel for what the film is actually like.
So trailer 1 combined with:
- I haven’t really enjoyed the bulk of George Clooney’s work lately and passed on most of them. Look to be fair George Clooney is not without a considerable amount of charm and talent, but lately he seems more comfortable in the lighter roles, the roles that parody himself and the belief system has built up over the last 20 years.
Now I’m not saying that he isn’t a good actor or made serious films - I loved Michael Clayton and everything about it is good, especially George Clooney. And of course anyone in a job wants to stretch themselves and be known for more than 1 trick so I understand his need to extend his range.
- I didn’t really enjoy Anton Corbijn’s earlier feature Control. Despite the great performances. The subject matter went over my head. I have absolutely no emotional attachment to Joy Division and didn’t think the visuals alone weren’t strong enough to carry the film for the entire bleak 122 mins.
However
The American was adapted by Rowan Joffe, and I was completely blown away by early footage of his big screen debut feature
Brighton Rock as well as suitably impressed with his take on film creativity - as well as curiosity to see what Clooney and Corbijn cooked up with one of my favourite genres was enough of a draw for me.
The American
We open on a serene snow-laden Nordic winter wonderland; in a rustic cabin we find a naked lady draped across a bed playfully messing with George Clooney’s hair as he sits comfortably but slightly aloof on the floor in front of a wood fire. A little later, dressed and smiling they make their way out the cabin into the snow.
They come across some human foot prints “Hunters? No they would travel in pairs” she offers. Thereafter their tranquility is brutally shattered and in what follows we learn that George Clooney has finally taken a role that isn’t a humorous stab at self parody and a rehash of the formulaic "hero" archetype we usually see. It's Clooney but as we have never seen him before. We also learn that The American is capably trained in the art of death and inhabits a world of intrigue that justifies his constant state of paranoia, isolation and edginess. And so with a bang rather than a whimper begins Anton Corbijn’s The American.
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