This film had all the makings of a good film. Top actor, good acting, great location, beautiful bodies,.........but what for. Clooney spends most of the movie making or should I say adapting a rifle, ammunition and silencer for somebody to do something with. It turns out that he himself is the target...... but the hit lady could have killed him anytime, especially out in the hills when she has a practice with the rifle. And why of all places on earth would you (as an American) attempt to hide out (low profile) in a little village in Italy. You might as well run up a great big Stars & Stripes flag over your rooms and have a '"I'm an American hiding out in the village" party'. A bed-sit in London and no-one would ever know where you were or what you were doing (and wouldn't care anyway). Also I can't imagine such good looking prostitutes living in a little village like that, they would be in Rome, Milan or Turin for sure, if not abroad.
Review of The American
