“I’m not exceptional…just apart”
An unnamed assassin waits in the makeshift lair of a half-renovated office, watching Paris wake up through a tarpaulin draped hole masquerading as a window. The words quoted above, borrowed from someone else, act as his introduction and his confession. Name expunged, history scored clean, he is a man whose actions and thoughts are plunged into the light of The Killer, the latest from David Fincher.
From Thief, to Heat and to Drive, American crime films have formed the trope of the outsider. A man, whose life in the underbelly is pathology for a deeper sickness. One of isolation from a society which affords no connection. Outlaws, hewn from the pulp churn of Westerns, who look into the follies of modernity. Their crimes are attempts to rebel against and reconcile with a system standing apart from them. The killer is not like these anti-heroes. He is an antagonistic force ripping through the world, bound into the lithe and lupine form of Michael Fassbender, whose monologues reveal a man unashamed and unrepentant of what he is.
What shakes the Killer is when the world, so dispassionately tracked through a rifle lens, steps into his lair. The risk of failure is a constant hazard to be planned for in the Killer’s career-path. Now his latest job has left a target alive, forcing the Killer onto a course of extreme prejudice to ensure his own survival.
The opening of The Killer is the film in microcosm. A sequence of executions, dissonantly reduced to a puzzle, while the clear shadow of failure lingers on. The Killer, echoing the momentum of Jason Bourne across the four films, paces out a plan. The compulsion to watch is to see the trick unfold, to witness the slights of hand of the Killer as inevitable set-backs spark redundancies and desperate improvisation. Fincher delights in displaying these puzzles. Repeating the “mission” framework of Paris over and again as the Killer, now ostracised, formulates his own bloody tasks. Fincher, and his eye for detail, turns each part into a display of street magic. Hints, slotted between the Killer’s sultry monologues, are flicked before the eye until the parts form into a whole. Yet the Killer is not a super-man. Readily acknowledging his own shortcomings before a dismal failure in Paris, the man is both predator and prey whose own fragility in a locked game of death never fades away.
The Killer himself holds no qualms of what he is, and despite embers of real humanity, Fincher ensures that the character’s capacity for evil never gutters out. Fassbender’s physicality and natural charm, even if it is moulded around a professional killer, creates a level of magnetism. The real draw of the Killer is the audience’s voyeurism. From Se7en to Gone Girl, Fincher’s finds subject material which latches onto the viewer’s need to see the darkness. The killer is an usher into a vicarious life of misdeeds which audiences long to explore.
Echoing the anonymous man at its centre, The Killer is ponderous and introverted, slow to build to each small summit before its final subdued crescendo. Viewers will know, within the opening act in Paris, whether they wish to continue with The Killer. Those who continue to watch will find a story worth their effort.
Fincher has honed over his works an eye that at first seems dispassionate. Detached and cold but still able to convey sub-text and emotions to the viewer. The Killer is Fincher at his most forensic. Befitting the antagonist, no detail is omitted from the camera’s glare. Imitating the twilight world of the killer, the film has the empty ambiance of purgatory, subdued and distanced even in the warm and buzzing climes of Costa Rica. Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross deliver a soundtrack whose eerie synthetic sounds bleed into the Killer’s dark odyssey, interspersed by samples from The Smiths as the Killer drowns out his surroundings and his actions. Fassbender gives an excellent performance in a film engineered to be a star vehicle. He exceeds the challenge set by the limitations of his character to imbibe the film with a convincing weight to a cold and ultimately evil man.
The Killer is out now on Netflix.
By Saul Shimmin