Anton Corbijn’s The American could be the victim of poor marketing. Commercials and trailers play up gunplay and a man on the run; in fact, the man on the run, Jack (George Clooney), isn’t going anywhere. He’s holed up in a small Italian village making a gun; most of the bullets fired in this film are for target practice, as he’s a craftsman checking the accuracy of his work—and to be sure, this film is the work of a craftsman. Corbijn relies heavily on Clooney’s magnetism, which is shrouded by a solitary man’s emotional pain, but this is certainly a purposefully slow film. It’s tough to make that sizzle in 30-second TV ads, but give it the better part of two hours, and The American is a pretty potent weapon.