The empty spaces and interior moments of The American are strikingly un-American for a film whose protagonist is a hitman on his last job.
A rare film that lacks in morality and overflows in humanity.
Living inside a dream.
Sometimes it’s humbling to get punched in the stomach.
Is this what we want?
Antonioni once said of a Mark Rothko painting, “It’s painted anxiety.” The same could be said for Red Desert.
Some say whatever creates a place will always define it.