'Mr Butterfly'

Opened with a scene of ass (literally ass), which thankfully the ass was rather nice, I had not-so-good feeling about this movie. And I was right, at least in my (not so humble) opinion.

It was Jack (George Clooney), an assassin/gunman, who became a target by the Swedish. After a missed-shot just outside his cabin, he had to kill his girlfriend and then went to Italy to finish one last job. Assembly a modified gun as per requested by Mathilde (Thekla Reuten). In that small village, Jack a.k.a Edward get along with a priest, Father Benedetto (Paolo Bonacelli), who turned out have a son, Fabio (Filippo Timi). Regularly, Jack slept with one prostitute, Clara (Violante Placido).

The story went on quietly and so did the movie. Hardly no back sound and/or dialogue.

Predictable (and rather lame) end made the cherry on top of this movie. Jack got betrayed by his own boss when he was about to start a brand new life with Clara.



I decided to watch this movie (over lunch) just because of George Clooney. And clearly I had it over-expected.

And it was an over-reaching work. That kind of story, which is taken from a novel, A Very Private Gentleman (1990) by Martin Booth, needs a better description through its scenes, since the sound effects are in minimalist mode.

For example, the butterfly tattoo on Jack's back, how he learned about butterflies, how Mathilde and Clara called him 'Mr. Butterfly', and then the closing scene depict a flying butterfly seem don't have meanings and easily ignored. While I am sure that in its original story (though I haven't read the novel), it has a deep meaning.

Well, I guess this time I have to eat my over-expectation.