Do you have a video playback issues?
Please disable AdBlocker in your browser for our website.
Due to a high volume of active users and service overload, we had to decrease the quality of video streaming. Premium users remains with the highest video quality available. Sorry for the inconvinience it may cause. Donate to keep project running.
It gives Liman a chance to stage a few tense aerial sequences ... it gives Cruise the opportunity to re-establish his brand of aggressive good humor and carefree - make that careless - adventure. They know what they're doing.
At the end of the day, it has one hell of a story to tell, and tells it in a visually arresting way, and sometimes that's enough for a proper cinematic experience.
Doug Liman's electric film is clear-eyed about the cynicism and corruption beneath its hero's anxious grin. It voraciously breaks down both the star and the country he has symbolized for so much of his career.
A sweat-slicked, exhausting but glibly entertaining escapade on its own terms, "American Made" is more interesting as a showcase for the dateless elasticity of Cruise's star power.
In the effort to be fun and slick, "American Made" loses its teeth and is relegated to Tom Cruise doing the two things he's best at: being a charmer and daredevil.
The draw, however, remains Cruise, figuratively walking out on a wing; whether multiplexers rejoin him there will be seen, but after endless formula runouts, it's encouraging to see him being properly exercised again.
First-class editing helps to make sense of a jumble of plots, including Tom Cruise's performance as a gun running CIA agent, a TWA pilot, and a drug smuggler.
Seal is not a likable guy exactly. He's actually kind of a greedy, amoral dirtbag. Which is why Liman and screenwriter Gary Spinelli need someone like Cruise to sell him. And sell him he does.