Sunday, February 15, 2009

The International

Fifteen minutes into The International, starring Clive Owen, I was confused. Something didn't feel right. I put down the popcorn, and leaned in toward Mrs. Film Geek's ear:

"This doesn't feel like a romantic comedy," I said. She shushed me, and kept looking at the 10-foot-tall rugged handsomeness of a desperate, pissed-off Clive Owen.

Twenty minutes into the flick, I suddenly realized I hadn't seen one of the movie's major co-stars yet. I found that even more strange. I leaned in again:

"Where's Julia Roberts? Don't you think it's strange she hasn't been in a scene yet?"

That fact, plus the very serious mood of what I was sure to be romedy had my head spinning. I was so confused, I hadn't yet opened my box of Goobers.

"Listen, you're thinking of Duplicity. That stars Clive Owen and Julia Roberts, but doesn't open until next month. This is a different movie, a thriller. Now hush, and watch the movie."

And I did. And through my newly opened eyes I watched Clive Owen, in all his rugged handsomeness, piece together an international mystery that comes strikingly close to how I suspect the modern political world is managed. The International was smart, well-acted and timely.

And very, very serious.


Buzzardbilly said...

I love movies that confuse in certain ways. Mullholland Drive. Altered States. Others just make me wonder: Why?

Jackie said...

Clive Owen...didn't he write The Great and Secret Show?

The Film Geek said...

BB: I love 'em too! I just don't understand 'em!

And Jackie: I accidentally wrote "Barker" and left it for a few hours, until I realized the mistake. How many other "Clive"s are there??

Jackie said...

Oh, I saw it. I'm just letting you know you can't hide anything from me. A-N-Y-T-H-I-N-G...

The Film Geek said...

Rats! Foiled again!