DVDs for 12/28/10 – An American in Italy

The release week between Christmas and New Year’s is traditionally, shall we say, a dead week for home video. Which is not to say that there is nothing coming out, or even nothing of note, simply that it’s off the radar when it comes to introducing new titles to either the sales or rental racks. But the maw demands to be fed nonetheless and, with the competition taking a break, it’s a good time to release a title that might otherwise get lost in the glut of pre-Christmas advertising and star-driven nothings with big promotional budgets.

Getting a feel for the situation

For example, Anton Corbijn’s The American (Universal), a cool, continental thriller starring George Clooney as the titular American, a professional in the assassination game in Europe. I use the term “thriller” in the generic sense, as this plays out more like Jean-Pierre Melville portrait of isolated underworld professionals, freelancers in the international network of criminal enterprise. Clooney’s character, who responds to either Jack or Edward, depending on the situation, is a blank in personal terms, defined entirely by his skills, his reputation and his actions. He’s alive because he’s attentive and wary and trusts no one, even those he ostensibly loves, and he proves his ruthless survival skills and survivalist instincts in the crisply-executed opening sequence set in the snowy wilderness of what should be a far-north retreat from his brutal world. In this kind of movie, your world follows you.

The American is just as much a crime fantasy as an Ocean’s heist movie, it just trades the light humor and fun-loving camaraderie for the tragic romanticism of the cruel criminal code of existential killers and brutal crime bosses. This is the second feature from Corbijn, a photographer and designer turned music video director who attacked his first feature, a biopic about Joy Division singer Ian Curtis, with a rough and ready style to get at he rawness of the troubled singer’s buried emotions and anxieties. For The American, he goes for stillness, aloof observation and studies in minute details of behavior and action. The anxiety here is all about knowing your surroundings and your enemy and the American is always vigilant, especially when it comes to Pavel, the man who hands him assignments and sets him up with a safe house after he escapes an assassination attempt.

Clooney lets his natural charisma through the mask but doesn’t try to woo the audience. Given the fallout of his last job, he looks for love with other professionals (you know, hookers) while working one last job for Pavel, enough to get him out of there for good while “the Swedes” try to track him down. He’s isolated, removed, a stranger in a picaresque old-world Italian village who speaks the language but stands out in this culture of trust and ease. When a local asks if he’s American, he answers “Si, il Americano.” “No, l’Americano,” is the Italian’s response, a lesson in grammar that also defines his presence there: He’s not an American, he is the American, not just the only one in the village but the only American in the international cast of characters (and actors) in the film: working for a vaguely Russian contact, hired out to a vaguely British client and pursued by Swedes with guns while hiding out in the most beautiful rural Italian village you’ve ever seen. The old-world town looks like it has been carved out of a hill, the alleys winding down through the stone and brick buildings. In one shot, the clouds around the base of the town give it the look of a heavenly escape floating in the sky.

For all of its precise direction and beautiful imagery, it’s a classic genre picture, and a damn good one at that, a superb portrait in isolation and justifiable paranoia that is less a thriller than an icy portrait in survival and revenge dropped into the peace and old-world calm of a rural paradise. And once again, the possibility of connection, this time to the gorgeous, earthy hooker (Violante Placido) who becomes more than a business arrangement, becomes a liability in the life of a man whose life is all about death.

I would have enjoyed knowing what was on director Anton Corbijn’s mind for this film, but his commentary is halting and awkward, more play-by-play description of what’s on screen than behind-the-scenes discussion. The 11-minute making-of is even slighter. They’re nominal supplements for a strong film. Also includes five minutes of deleted scenes (very handsome) and the Blu-ray includes the usual interactive BD-Live functions.

Twelve (Fox) – To me, no filmmaker represents the bankrupt values of Hollywood studio cynicism than Joel Schumacher, the once promising screenwriter (Car Wash) turned director (his feature debut was the Lily Tomlin The Incredible Shrinking Woman) whose best films are anonymously competent works for hire executed without (Phone Booth) and worst films are hollow, unthinking “serious” dramas without soul (Dying Young, Falling Down and 8MM) or simply grotesque spectacles without direction (Batman Forever, Batman & Robin and the 2004 musical Phantom of the Opera). He’s seventy now and still pitching away, and while I give him a little grudging respect for that alone, I can no longer bring myself to watch his films outside of an assignment. Which leads me to his latest film, Twelve (Fox), another of his forays in “edgy indie” filmmaking between studio assignments. And no, this is not a review. It’s my excuse for not giving Schumacher any of my time while passing on the news of the film’s release on DVD and Blu-ray, and the 4% rating on Rotten Tomatoes tells me I have no reason to reassess my decision. For a review, let me direct you to my friend and colleague, Ted Fry, writing for the Seattle Times: “This clumsily conceived adaptation of the novel by Nick McDonell plays like a melodramatic rip-off of Bret Easton Ellis books about insufferable kids obsessed with money, drugs and themselves…. the result is a ludicrous exercise in script contrivance, unlikable characters, silly acting and affected emotion.”

I also review the new VCI edition of Frank Capra’s Meet John Doe and note the striking parallels with a certain contemporary grass roots movement adopted and promoted by a major news organization on my blog here.

Also new this week: the Americans abroad thriller And Soon The Darkness (Anchor Bay) with Amber Heard and Odette Yustman, the Chinese martial arts adventure Legendary Assassin (Lionsgate) and the Indonesian martial arts thriller Merantau (Magnolia).

For TV on DVD for the week, see my wrap-up here. For the rest of the highlights, visit my weekly column, which goes live every Tuesday on MSN Entertainment.

Author: seanax

I write the weekly newspaper column Stream On Demand and the companion website (www.streamondemandathome.com). I'm a contributing writer for Turner Classic Movies Online, Keyframe, Independent Lens, and Cinephiled, and the editor of Parallax View (www.parallax-view.org).. I've written for The Seattle Post-Intelligencer, The Seattle Weekly, GreenCine.com, Senses of Cinema, Asian Cult Cinema, and Psychotronic Video, among other publications, and I am a contributing editor to Parallax View. I currently live and work in Seattle, Washington, with my two cats, Hammet and Chandler.

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