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Liam Neeson, the grunting Irish saint of former police officers and dead parents, is not an obvious choice for the role of a conservative farmer in the south-west of the orchard. Still, he is like one of the same Hans Hanson to Robert Lorenz The shooter, dressed in a cowboy hat and all with a rifle with the aim while issuing to the Border Patrol some “IAs” near his property. As we soon learn, the land Jim defends will not be his for long. Standing in front of the ranch at dusk, with an American flag hanging baldly over his shoulder, he sends him a foreclosure notice from someone at the bank. Coyotes and vultures, both literal and figurative, have appeared. The symbolism of being an economic anxiety gentleman is a heavy burden.
A few days later, Jim spies on a woman and her son sneaking through the border fence, chased by heavy. The second amendment comes out and the steel brightness. Neeson’s interpretation of an American accent has rarely sounded less convincing: “I’m sorry, Pancho, these illegals are mine.” The confrontation turns into a shootout, the woman ends up dead and, having delved into the search for souls, Jim finds himself fleeing with the boy, Miguel (Jacob Pérez), in part because of his role in the death of his mother. and partly because there is a backpack full of money stolen by the cartel. At this point, things have started to fall into place. The child, the mockery, the politics, the indifferent rhythm, the indescribable heart, the grips – it’s supposed to be owned by Clint Eastwood.
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It is possible that The shooter it was conceived for the nameless old man. Lorenz, who previously directed in 2012 Problems with the curve, has been Eastwood’s producer ever since Mystic River, was his assistant director before, and has generally recorded more than a quarter of a century in Clint’s United States. Perhaps the material was too close to Eastwood’s recent and recent road trips (The mule and the current publication Cry Macho), or maybe he was just asking for a younger, taller star with his eyes aged. Lorenz is obviously not shy about the inevitable comparisons. He even gives Eastwood a cameo through a clip of Hang them high which is played on a TV in the motel room. (It’s the scene with the eggs.)
This makes the job of a critic too easy. If a central problem is diagnosed with The shooter, is that it is not really a Clint Eastwood film; it lacks the breathing room, the first indifference that always makes an attraction contrary to the sense of the Eastern purpose. Despite some concessions to Neeson’s screen character (Jim is a widower and is a disillusioned regular of local watering), the plot remains uninhabited. Jim tries to hand Miguel over to the boy’s relatives in Chicago while he was being chased by a cartel killer (Juan Pablo Raba) and his own stepdaughter (Katheryn Winnick), who is a Border Patrol agent. Hearts soften; link man and boy; the mile markers of a quasi-redemptive arc are crossed with the help of a real roadmap.
The result is somewhere between homage and anonymity, sprinkled with some rigid and perfect fight scenes. Resistant to all this, Neeson remains the image of a persevering and observable commitment. Even he seems to know that he is the wrong man for the job, imparting his archetypal pulse with the kind of obligatory obligation that The shooter otherwise, it is not expressed. One can imagine severity, self-flagellation, self-hatred,Pres-Cycle Neeson waiting to explode to be able to restrict his character’s drink, his repentance, his apparent loss of faith. But instead, he is behind the wheel of a pickup truck with a dog by his side, complaining about cell phones and the government.