Hey! It’s another movie about a hit man! The American features a sinuous, sad, tattooed George Clooney as an assassin who agrees to do one last job and lots of moody, plinkity background music. It doesn’t look half bad, especially if you like serious movies with gorgeous aerial shots of Italy, women who know their way around a sniper rifle, George Clooney falling in love without his shirt on, and freighted theological conversations (“I don’t think God is very interested in me, Father.â€). Director Anton Corbijn’s follow-up to Control won’t be out until the beginning of September, at which point it should signal the shift from popcorn flicks full of guns to potential Oscar films full of guns.
