There are some movies that don’t bother explaining motives, characters, or even the most basic of plot decisions. The movie starts, you’re plunked down in the middle of everything, and you’re left to figure it out as the story unfolds. Imagine opening a 400-page book to the middle, skipping every fifth page, and reading to the end. That’s what
The American is like. And it works.
George Clooney stars as the eponymous hero, and honestly, the title is about as much information as you’ll get about his character. Is he an assassin? Is he a custom weapons maker for
other assassins? Why does he accept orders from his boss without question or argument? How does he know who to kill? None of this is actually very important to enjoying the movie as long as you let yourself relax and take a trip.
The American is quite a trip. It mostly concerns itself with placing you in an understanding of mindset, as opposed to a position of sympathy with the main character.