
The American starts on snowbound slopes as Jack and a woman called Ingrid enjoy a romp in the snow. Sudden gun shots miss them at first,but soon Ingrid is killed and so are the assassins.
Jack makes his living customising rifles,which he often uses to kill people. When anyone asks him what he does for a living,as the local priest does,Jack says he is a photographer,capturing landscapes for vacation magazines.
Anton Corbijn and screenwriter Rowan Joffes narrative is lean on drama. Much of the plot,action sequences and chases are reminiscent of the thrillers of the 1970s. The sequence of outfitting the rifle and the mercury-tipping of bullets is a leaf out of The Day Of The Jackal. The scenery and the Italian countryside are an eyeful thanks to Martin Ruhes fetching cinematography.
George Clooney has played too many con artistes and spies,and has never been better. He doubles up as a romantic hero. His acting is fine,as are the performances of the other actors particularly Paolo Bonacelli as the priest and Violante Placido as the prostitute.
The American lacks the fast pace and exciting chases of an action thriller. Its a bit too leisured and gentle.
RATING: One star for direction and script. One for performances and cinematography