A Spoiler-Free Review...

Synopsis: An aging assassin -- the organization's number one -- flies to Buenos Aires for what's supposed to be a three-day job, but it's not a three-day job. Typical. He gets distracted by some tango dancer -- a woman -- and forgets why he's even there. Please. Written, directed, produced, and starring Robert Duvall.

Well, well, well. I could have done with a little more action and a little less dancing, to be honest. The camera lingers on people performing the Tango, holding the shot for a moment too long. Vertical expressions of horizontal desires? I gotta admit, I wasn't really into it at first. I mean, what does dancing have to do with contracts? But as the movie went on, I started to see the connection: The Tango is all about control and precision, just like retiring a mark. And the music! Oh, man, the music was intense. It really gets your blood pumping.

Let me say that the lead, Robert Duvall, was... pretty damn good. At first, what with his preference for Derringers, I thought he was anticuado, but he's got that killer instinct that you need to survive in this line of work. He also has a temper, but who doesn't? Cha-cha-cha! Cautious like a cat, he's always looking over his shoulder. Despite being old, this man can move! Stateside, he's committed to a rapidly aging American woman (50s, minimum), and dotes on her ten-year-old daughter. He has, how do you say, shoplifted the pootie? In Argentina, he falls for a beautiful dancer (Luciana Pedraza). In the real world, she's 41 years younger than Duvall -- and his fourth wife. It's all very cliché if you ask me. At times, it seems he does nothing with this woman except chitchat. What a fool!