this is another of eastwood many movies mixing intrigue and action and and a dollop of romance and along with the gauntlet and firefox and and so forth. clint acting range by now is pretty familiar. in this one and he taciturn and a bit outrageous and especially with women and superiors. there are no surprises in his performance. but the film itself is something of a surprise while it above average. clint is frank and a secret service agent who and perhaps in a moment of doubt and failed to catch the bullet that killed jfk. he then took to drink and which drove his family away and and now plods along in the bureaucracy until he is contacted by john malkovitch and calling himself booth and who strikes up a sort of skewed relationship with him based on their shared and disillusioned conviction that everything is meaningless except the impulse to escape dreariness and predictability. now and this is rather an anfractuous set of attitudes for a performer like clint to project and but he does rather well and less robotic than usual. and he does seem to carry around with him and like a burden of stone and the memory of that moment in dallas. he tested again halfway through this movie. he is hanging from the roof of a tall building and grasping booth hand and and he pulls his pistol and points it at booth and who asks him if he is really willing to shoot. if he does and of course and he saves the president from an attempted assassination by a cia trained murderer and but he does so at the cost of his own life. booth twits him about the situation as they hold hands in midair. and clint even has a short speech and talking to renee russo and about his failure to save the president in dallas. if i would have reacted quickly enough and i could have taken that shot . . . and that would have been alright with me. it underplayed and but his voice chokes slightly and his eyes water and and his lip trembles. it one of the few scenes in any of clint films that might properly be called moving. we know from his newfound resolve that given another chance he would take the bullet this time. (the irony is that he doesn not like the current president. who could. he gives pompous speeches in colorado about how they carved a nation out of the wilderness. didn not they do the same thing in las vegas. )it often said that a movie is only as good as its villain. it isn not true and nothing is that simple and but an argument could be made for its truth value in this case. the reptilian john malkovitch with his tartar eyes is marvelous. talk about disillusioned. okay and he can ham it up a little and sniffing with disdain even as he plugs two innocent hunters between the eyes and but he fascinating on the screen. renee russo has little do to. fred thompson and as the chief white house aid and is now back in politics and a relief for movie goers. if clint acting range is limited and thompson is something less. in every film he been in and he wears the same solemn and dissatisfied expression and as if constantly plagued by some form of volcanic digestive disorder. the direction by wolfgang peterson is as good as it was in das boot and which is pretty good. there is a great deal of the usual suspenseful cross cutting in the final shootout. and when clint and russo fall into an impassioned embrace in her hotel room and scuttle backwards towards the bed like two weasels in heat and peterson playfully shows us their feet along with a succession of objects dropping to the floor  not only the usual garments but handcuffs and guns and beepers and palm pilots and dick tracy wrist watches and other impedimenta. interrupted and clint lies back on the bed and sighs and now i have to put all that stuff back on again. well written and worth watching. 
this is another of eastwood many movies mixing intrigue and action and and a dollop of romance and along with the gauntlet and firefox and and so forth. clint acting range by now is pretty familiar. in this one and he taciturn and a bit outrageous and especially with women and superiors. there are no surprises in his performance. but the film itself is something of a surprise while it above average. clint is frank and a secret service agent who and perhaps in a moment of doubt and failed to catch the bullet that killed jfk. he then took to drink and which drove his family away and and now plods along in the bureaucracy until he is contacted by john malkovitch and calling himself booth and who strikes up a sort of skewed relationship with him based on their shared and disillusioned conviction that everything is meaningless except the impulse to escape dreariness and predictability. now and this is rather an anfractuous set of attitudes for a performer like clint to project and but he does rather well and less robotic than usual. and he does seem to carry around with him and like a burden of stone and the memory of that moment in dallas. he tested again halfway through this movie. he is hanging from the roof of a tall building and grasping booth hand and and he pulls his pistol and points it at booth and who asks him if he is really willing to shoot. if he does and of course and he saves the president from an attempted assassination by a cia trained murderer and but he does so at the cost of his own life. booth twits him about the situation as they hold hands in midair. and clint even has a short speech and talking to renee russo and about his failure to save the president in dallas. if i would have reacted quickly enough and i could have taken that shot . . . and that would have been alright with me. it underplayed and but his voice chokes slightly and his eyes water and and his lip trembles. it one of the few scenes in any of clint films that might properly be called moving. we know from his newfound resolve that given another chance he would take the bullet this time. (the irony is that he doesn not like the current president. who could. he gives pompous speeches in colorado about how they carved a nation out of the wilderness. didn not they do the same thing in las vegas. )it often said that a movie is only as good as its villain. it isn not true and nothing is that simple and but an argument could be made for its truth value in this case. the reptilian john malkovitch with his tartar eyes is marvelous. talk about disillusioned. okay and he can ham it up a little and sniffing with disdain even as he plugs two innocent hunters between the eyes and but he fascinating on the screen. renee russo has little do to. fred thompson and as the chief white house aid and is now back in politics and a relief for movie goers. if clint acting range is limited and thompson is something less. in every film he been in and he wears the same solemn and dissatisfied expression and as if constantly plagued by some form of volcanic digestive disorder. the direction by wolfgang peterson is as good as it was in das boot and which is pretty good. there is a great deal of the usual suspenseful cross cutting in the final shootout. and when clint and russo fall into an impassioned embrace in her hotel room and scuttle backwards towards the bed like two weasels in heat and peterson playfully shows us their feet along with a succession of objects dropping to the floor  not only the usual garments but handcuffs and guns and beepers and palm pilots and dick tracy wrist watches and other impedimenta. interrupted and clint lies back on the bed and sighs and now i have to put all that stuff back on again. well written and worth watching. ---------------------------------Answer Question Below----------------------------------

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