Director: Richard
Shepard | Starring:
Pierce Brosnan, Greg Kinnear, Hope Davis,
Philip Baker Hall
Released: 2005
| Runtime: 96m
| Rating (out of 5):
**½ |
|
This movie felt oddly
insular. I don't know if it was the foreign locations or the sound
production or something, but it felt as though the action was taking
place in a lonely vacuum in a universe outside of our own. The initial
feeling of bizarro world comes mostly from seeing the former Remington
Steele and James
Bond handsome-man, Pierce Brosnan, playing a cheeseball hitman.
It's hard to discern at first if his casting was intentional because
of his former standing as a sex symbol of sorts, or if he just chose
to play the guy this way in order to play against type. I'm still
not sure, after watching the film, which is the case.
The whole hitman-as-human-being genre is certainly not a new one.
Just off the top of my head I can think of at least three other films,
Mr.
& Mrs. Smith, The
Professional and Grosse
Pointe Blank, that deal in one way or another with this same thing.
There are tons of others, but these are just the ones I immediately
listed in my head as the assassin having to deal with the trivialities
of every day life theme. Granted, it's not as if this assassin's life
is filled with marital pressures, taking care of wayward orphans or
high school reunions, but one would always imagine that there are
neuroses that come along with blowing people up for a living.
It is nice, however, that they didn't make this particular assassin
a bumbling idiot or puppy-hugging softy. He's a killer, no doubt,
just one that has built up some anxiety after a life filled with travel,
strange women, sleeping in hotels and having no lasting friendships.
So who does he glom on to but yet another sad soul at a hotel bar?
And that sad soul is Greg Kinnear playing his usual self: kind of
uptight and desperate but nerdily affectionate and naive. Kinnear
is there for a deal he's making with a partner--a make or break deal
that needs to happen for him. Brosnan is there on business as well,
but his is obviously just all part of the usual.
After some uncomfortable back and forth between the two (where it
becomes obvious Brosnan's character isn't used to dealing with other
living human beings he isn't paying for sex) they settle on the fact
they're not as unlike each other as one would think--despite a lot
of these similarities being predicated on lies from the hitman. They
become fast friends, with Brosnan even letting the little fella in
on his secret profession. And, as is typical, both kind of want a
little slice of the other's life. To have a home and a wife is the
hitman's secret wish and Kinnear relishes the excitement and exotic
nature of the hitman's life away from the pain and general mundane
stress of the corporate world.
Due to Brosnan's character's unpredictable personality and complete
lack of understanding what it means to be a friend, the two guys have
a falling out while on the same trip, and both pathetically part and
retreat into their lives with both of them spiraling down the drain
professionally and personally--or do they?
The two meet up again some time later and the whole thing is rehashed.
So there's a bit of a twist in there that turns out to be a sorta
kinda twist. It's convoluted and, while ultimately not hard to follow,
could have been done much better. We find out the hitman does indeed
have a heart and that Kinnear, well, Kinnear is a guy who just needed
that spark to get him on the right track and pull him out of his desperation.
[DVD]
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