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This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
By 1996, Jack Ryan had become president in the Clancy novels, so AFO was kinda perfect to cap off my cinematic exploration of the Ryanverse... as well as Ford's doting family man period of the 1990s.
P.S. the actual Air Force One doesn't have an escape pod... it was all a lie, people!
The plot is unexpectedly morbid (murder! execution by hanging! suicide! kidnapping! vehicular manslaughter?), and Grant, charming as ever, plays a morally reprehensible jerk... but oh, what a barrage of verbal fireworks! Props to Hawks for gender-swapping one of the leads (Rosalind Russell is... THE Newspaperman!), but especially for his brilliant choreography of all those middle-aged white men. I mean, those old-timey newspapermen really knew how to strike a pose in their drab, workaday surroundings by grouping themselves — most casually, of course — into truly meticulous compositions within the frame. Whatta treat!
Having previously seen only "First Reformed" & "Affliction", Paul Schrader's masterfully pared-down and measured studies of tortured characters framed by austere and bleak wintry landscapes that hit a bit too close to home, I was somewhat taken aback by the sleek and highly stylized look and sound of American Gigolo, a film I'd foolishly dismissed for far too long. Undoubtedly owing to my low expectations going in, I was pleasantly surprised by this underrated gem that I'd chanced upon in my…