Review – The Jackal

This is another puzzling choice for a remake. Though The Day of the Jackal wasn’t exactly the greatest movie I ever saw, it did have a good-sized dose of 70’s-era European charm and sophistication. This film never rises much above mediocre international intrigue pot-boiling. For openers, Bruce Willis is a thing entirely unsuited to play a cold, calculating assassin, always looking as if he’d rather have his usual dirty tank-top back. Further, he steals a passport from a person who will miss it almost instantly (and commits several other equally foolish blunders). If Forsyth’s original novel is a manual for international terrorism, as some critics have charged, then this film is the manual on how to get caught. And I don’t know where they shot the sequences set in the Washington Metro, but it sure as heck wasn’t the Washington Metro. See if desperate