Do we even need to describe the characters George Clooney plays anymore? The suave leading man has almost become a genre in himself: the dashing, loner gentleman who lives on the edge, likes his women and wine, and possesses an essentially good heart. In Michael Clayton this Clooney was an identity-less lawyer/agent. In Syriana, he is a CIA operative alone in the field. Even in Up in the Air, Clooney, despite his good humor, is more or less the same isolated, interesting guy. In The American, Clooney is Jack, or Edward, or Mr. Butterfly, depending on how each character knows the anonymous assassin who receives mysterious, well-paying gigs from the gruff, grey haired Pavel (Johan Leysen). He is, again, a loner, a womanizer, a charmer, and an essentially good man, despite his bad deeds. And, again, Clooney is damn good at playing his character, as if we haven’t come to expect that.
By Peter Simek