![]() ![]() In a virtual reality training sequence, Rapp fires at a hologram of Al-Mansur even when he knows the battery pack he’s wearing will punish him with a violent shock, like a rat who refuses to learn. The film trusts him less, layering flickers of Al-Mansur’s face over other strangers when Rapp shoots to kill. Naturally, his late-night chats flag the attention of CIA Deputy director Irene Kennedy ( Sanaa Lathan), who does the sensible thing when one discovers a temperamental, traumatized, monomaniacal rebel: She trusts him to save the world. ![]() It’s uncertain if the irony is intentional. ![]() “I am ready to go on vacation,” he types to the Tripoli-based terrorists. In order to infiltrate Al-Mansur’s cell and avenge his girlfriend’s execution, he’s grown a beard and 30 pounds of abs, plus trained himself in guns, throwing stars, MMA fighting and Islamic scripture. And when “American Assassin” picks up 18 months later, Rapp is back home where he’s mutated into a muscle-studded, wanna-be murderer. Katrina is pierced through the heart, dead-center of her innocent white bikini. ![]() Tourist corpses flop onto white outdoor mattresses. Rapp and his now-fiancée haven’t gotten to clink cocktails when Muslim terrorists led by Adnan Al-Mansur (Shahid Ahmed) machine-gun the resort. ![]()
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