Like the adage of “no employee is indispensible,” the film shows that firings are always with us. Ryan Bingham (George Clooney) travels to companies as a contract hatchet man. Before the jobless have cleaned out their desks, Bingham is “in the air.” The swift pace is in sync with its executions: here today, gone tomorrow. Clooney portrays a colorful force in a colorless world of rental cars and meals alone. Bingham falls for another corporate assassin Alex (Vera Farmiga), and karma threatens at his own game. The film captures the pain of being fired and the insides and outsides of a 21st-century organizational man.
Would be a 3-4 star with Sandler going a step beyond the usual Waterboy or Madison persona into a character of dimension. But countless references to male anatomy are juvenile, not to mention horribly predictable esp with this cast. At that, the film is a summer special, better than most, a cool comedy for a sizzlin' hot day. Soundtrack rocks too.
One problem with this movie is that you wait for something to happen but it never does. There is a lot happening but it does not make sense, so what's the point? Unlike "Sense" and "Village" where there is an ah-ha moment that brings clarity out of disjointed events, this film plods along in ambiguity. You come to realize that an eco-event is responsible for random suicides in New York but the premises are shaky, not plausible to the average viewer. Fans expecting the brilliance of Shyamalan's earlier works will need to bring their flashlights to find it. The film fails to stir on psychic, emotional, or dramatic levels.