Review: The International

by John Nolte

“Friday the 13th” and “Confessions of a Shopaholic” are what they are. You’re either up for that kind of thing or you aren’t. No review is likely to have any effect, so I chose to screen “The International,” hoping to pass along the good news that there was a smart, adult oriented sleeper to catch over the weekend, but instead found myself wishing I’d gone to get my Jason on.

Two appealing stars in the form of Clive Owen and Naomi Watts, enough exotic locations for two James Bond films and one very well staged shoot out in the Guggenheim museum just isn’t enough to cut through a confusing, lifeless plot and lack of spark between the two leads.  Let me then suggest a second screening of “Taken” for your weekend viewing pleasure.

Owen plays Louis Salinger, an Interpol agent obsessed with taking down the International Bank of Business and Credit (IBBC), a multi-national corporation hip deep in arms dealing, specifically in third world countries where it hopes to gain political influence through the holding of debt. One of Salinger’s few allies is Eleanor (Watts), who works out of the District Attorney’s office in Manhattan where IBBC’s main money laundering branch is located.

Eleanor is happily married with a child, Salinger’s single, rough, a little haunted, and very alone. What they do share is a commitment to bring down IBBC and a suspicion that all the discouragement thrown their way by their superiors might be further proof of that institution’s enormous power and influence.

After a colleague is assassinated during an attempt to turn an IBBC executive  into an informant, Salinger and Eleanor follow a series of clues to a former East German Stasi agent Wilhelm Wexler (Armin Mueller-Stahl), and the bank’s stand-by assassin for hire, Jonas (Ulrich Thomsen).They hope to turn one or the other into an informant in order to build a case they can prosecute, but each step forward only seems to lead to an even bigger hornet’s nest of killers and dead ends.

Unfortunately, the whole ordeal of sitting through the film is a dead end. Any chance at a lively, pulse-pounder is cut off at the knees even before it begins because the antagonist is a bank building and there are absolutely no stakes. Were the IBBC baddies up to something in particular that was destined to bring some kind of chaos down on the world, that would be one thing, but they aren’t. So the stakes are that if IBBC isn’t stopped The World Will Stay Exactly As It Is Now.

There’s no ticking clock, no master plan in need of foiling, which means there’s no tension whatsoever. Also lacking is a place for the Naomi Watts’ character. Other than an exposition extraction device so we can learn about Salinger’s uninteresting and clichéd history, she awkwardly jumps in and out of the story without any central purpose.

And this is a shame. Watts is an outstanding actress and I had hoped she’d spark with Owen. But for whatever mad reason, the script refuses to let even a hint of romantic or sexual tension into the relationship. Through no fault of these two fine actors, chemistry simply isn’t allowed. The relationship is built on a respect that borders on clinical and crosses over into dull.

The only actor given a memorable moment is Mueller-Stahl (working again with Watts after last year’s far superior “Eastern Promises“) as a former Commie turned capitalist baddie who feels his age and is starting to regret where the choices of his long life might finally place him at death. Give a fine actor like this some good dialogue and you can’t go wrong.

A lot of effort went into the look and design of “The International.” Every location, like the Guggenheim, is an architectural wonder. This is a beautiful film to look at, just not very much fun to watch.