With flawed hit-men back in focus thanks to Fincher’s The Killer streaming on Netflix, I was reminded of this version of the archetype which I reviewed 13 years ago (roughly) this week:
In the first scene of The American, George Clooney does something so un-Clooney-like that audience members beside me audibly gasped. He plays a hit-man who might be calle…
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