Review: The Amateur

Score: B-

Director: James Hawes

Cast: Rami Malek, Laurence Fishburne, Rachel Brosnahan, Holt McCallany

Running Time: 123 Minutes

Rated: PG-13

A meek, borderline wimpy guy is secretly a deadly killer. Sound familiar? It's a plot that's been done to death lately, with enjoyable highs (Nobody) and disappointing lows (Love Hurts). The Amateur is somewhere in the middle.

Rami Malek stars as Charlie Heller, a tech whiz and encryption mastermind who works for the CIA. When his adoring wife (Rachel Brosnahan) is killed in a terrorist attack, he's astonished the higher-ups won't immediately seek revenge on everyone involved. So he blackmails his war crime-loving boss (Holt McCallany) into letting him train as a field agent to kill them all himself. Enter Laurence Fishburne as Col. Henderson, whose deadpan annoyance at this assignment provides the film's only levity.

Though he makes a fool of himself during training, Charlie is several steps ahead of not only his bosses but also the audience. He sneaks into countries, offices, and hotels undetected, despite not possessing a single ounce of charm. He's not James Bond or the Saint. He's closer to Ben Affleck's character in The Accountant, though with zero shooting skills. Yet the film's story remains compelling as Charlie constantly finds ways to dispatch his enemies without ever firing a shot. He uses his greatest asset – his brain – to find the ideal way to eliminate his targets.

The problem is that no one he encounters, whether friend or foe, is a real character. They're just there to keep the story moving, providing assistance or obstacles until they're no longer useful. It's fine that Charlie is a blank, but when almost everyone else is, the film doesn't resonate as well as it could have. And a subplot featuring Julianne Nicholson as the new CIA director promising a new era of transparency goes nowhere. There's a world where this might work better as a limited series, but that would have likely involved less qualified actors and a smaller budget.

In its current form, The Amateur is never less than entertaining. But a little more polish – especially on the script – could have made this a remarkable spy thriller.

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About Kip Mooney

Like many film critics born during and after the 1980s, my hero is Roger Ebert. The man was already the best critic in the nation when he won the Pulitzer in 1975, but his indomitable spirit during and after his recent battle with cancer keeps me coming back to read not only his reviews but his insightful commentary on the everyday. But enough about a guy you know a lot about. I knew I was going to be a film critic—some would say a snob—in middle school, when I had to voraciously defend my position that The Royal Tenenbaums was only a million times better than Adam Sandler’s remake of Mr. Deeds. From then on, I would seek out Wes Anderson’s films and avoid Sandler’s like the plague. Still, I like to think of myself as a populist, and I’ll be just as likely to see the next superhero movie as the next Sundance sensation. The thing I most deplore in a movie is laziness. I’d much rather see movies with big ambitions try and fail than movies with no ambitions succeed at simply existing. I’m also a big advocate of fun-bad movies like The Room and most of Nicolas Cage’s work. In the past, I’ve written for The Dallas Morning News and the North Texas Daily, which I edited for a semester. I also contributed to Dallas-based Pegasus News, which in the circle of life, is now part of The Dallas Morning News, where I got my big break in 2007. Eventually, I’d love to write and talk about film full-time, but until that’s a viable career option, I work as an auditor for Wells Fargo. I hope to one day meet my hero, go to the Toronto International Film Festival, and compete on Jeopardy. Until then, I’m excited to share my love of film with you.