The American (2010) Blu Ray
Tagline: “Love is
Desolate. Romance is Temporary. Sex is Forever.” Whatever you say,
bossman. I'll have six hotwings please.
Premise: George Clooney
perpetuates the myth of the strong, silent man being somehow Alpha.
Delivery: The title of
this film, The American, is an oxymoron, because Clooney's character
is as quiet and subtle as he can be. This American takes time to
learn, and attempts to integrate with other cultures. If only. In the
real world he'd rock up, out of breath, wearing a “fanny pack”, asking where the lions were to shoot. Probably. I don't know I'm a xenophobe; I hate the ignorant bastards and I refuse to learn anything
about them which may prove me wrong.
If you didn't get that,
stop reading now.
The American is
directed by Anton Corbijn, who helmed the powerful Ian Curtis bio,
Control. If you haven't seen it, do. Beautiful and moving. The
American is not on that level, but is not a bad film, depending
largely on your taste. I first saw this film when it was released
on DVD, through one of those postal services: what a fart in the wind
they were. However, I thought I'd buy it even though my sole
recollection of the film was just George Clooney being all dishy and
beautiful scenery and landscapes. It was 50p. On Blu Ray! I'd buy my
nan's sex tape if it was 50p and high definition. It's not, no matter
how much time my uncle spends “touching it up”.
My trepidation about
The American lead to a substantial shelf life for said high def
moviefilm. It sat, forlorn, in my “to watch” section (yes, I have
sections) for some months. Eventually I got around to it and my
first thought was, other than "I'm glad nan's not in this one", that
it's a bit like the Trip. With all the lovely shots of Italy, I kept
expecting Clooney to do a Bernard Manning impression, or complain
about his love life in a funny voice. He doesn't, but at one point he does tell a prostitute that he's there to get pleasure for him, not to
give it to her.
Having never used a
prostitute, I imagine selfish pleasure is the only reason a person
might visit one. However. Clooney performs oral sex on said woman.
Undermining his point and surely every sex ed class ever. What kind
of a nutter goes down on a prostitute? What's the sequel called, The
American: Outbreak? Not exactly a film for safe sexual practises, but
then we're talking about a man who kills people for money, so I
suppose living on the edge is kind of his thing. Still though, do not
try this at home kids, or at a brothel!
Did I forget to mention
he's an assassin? That's because it's easy to forget what The
American is about, due to all the lovely shots of the country and
gorgeous George doing twat all. If you like your Clooney sultry and
broody this is the film for you! His character, who is clearly an
amoral killer who would lick the rim of your toilet if you told him
it was a lady of the night, is sympathetic, but not in the way the
film wants you to find him sympathetic. He's almost like a travelling
salesman, on the road, forever lonely. Only he kills people and fucks
hookers. Cool huh.
Now, I'm going to use a
name that has caused me bother in the past: James Bond. Despite the
obvious references to westerns, there's a lot of James Bond about
Clooney's character, from the Walther PPK he carries, to the
inability to keep his dick in his pants even after being warned, and
I think the love letter to Flemming is what stinks the film out on a
moral level. Flemming was a cunt. However this is a film and escapism, I'm in Italy with
beautiful horizons and sexy, clean, prostitutes who are actually
attracted to me, of course bumping off a few people ain't no biggie.
You love me for it. Can I sell you a coffee?
Bedsit it? This is
where my morality and desire to be entertained clash. Despite The
American being (appropriately) devoid of any understanding of the
world or its character's impact upon it, and even though nothing
really happens... It's quietly absorbing, and it is pretty. It thinks
it is better than it is, sure, but plenty of films are guilty of
that. 7/10 and I hate myself for that score. Ugh.
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