This was a cute little hitman movie. I don't know why Hollywood always assumes that professional killers are only one job away from a complete emotional breakdown, but it seems like the majority of movies I've seen featuring them revolve around this precept. In Bruges, Grosse Pointe Blank, The Whole Nine Yards... What's up with that? Can't a man just be a psychopath who handles the disposal of human life in a stoic and objective manner?Anyway, movie. Pierce Brosnan is a hitman/drunken lecher who is beginning to lose his killing edge. Could be the rampant alcoholism taking its toll, but they play it as a crisis of faith, where he starts to see a younger version of himself as each target. On a business trip to Mexico, he meets Greg Kinnear, a man struggling to win a desperately-needed contract.
Despite himself, Kinnear is drawn to the enigmatic Brosnan and allows himself to be taken to a bullfight, where the hitman demonstrates some of his skill. They part ways acrimoniously when Brosnan asks Kinnear to help him out on a job and Kinnear refuses.
Six months pass and Brosnan's anxiety attacks have cost him two assignments. Unhappy, his higher-ups order his execution. He turns to his only friend in the world for help with One Last Job before retirement.
Brosnan is unrepentantly offensive in this movie, making off-color jokes and talking about various whorehouses around the world. It was nice to see him play something where he wasn't a stuck-up bastard. I've never particularly cared for him as an actor and Kinnear has always been somewhat of a non-entity to me. Hope Davis was surprisingly funny as Kinnear's wife. Between this and The Impostors I'm starting to actually like her.
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