Seriously, how many times can George Clooney walk up stairs or down an alley? How many push-ups can he do or pull-ups? How many times do we have to see him laying in a bed or walking across the street or simply staring into space? This movie lacks dialogue, action, and quite seriously, a pulse. The nudity was absolutely pointless and uncomfortable. The action scenes, if you want to call them such, were short and clichéd. Don't be alarmed. When the creepy, intense music begins to play, nothing is going to happen. I understand the basic premise. Another lost and depressed assassin wants out. He has to do one more job. In the mean time, he is trying to find his new self. The story has been done before. Unfortunately, this version was clouded Clooney wandering aimlessly around Italy, occasionally constructing that final gun, apparently falling in love, but mostly doing those push-ups and finding himself in shots with bare breasts.