The Quiet American movie review (2003) | Roger Ebert

Between them steps Alden Pyle (Brendan Fraser), the quiet young American who has come to Vietnam, he believes, to save it. Eventually he also believes he will save Phuong. Young men like old ones find it easy to believe hired love is real, and so believe a girl like Phuong would prefer a young man to an old one, when all youth represents is more work.

Graham Greene’s novel The Quiet American (1955) told the story of this triangle against the background of America’s adventure in Vietnam in the early 1950s–when, he shows us, the CIA used pleasant, presentable agents like Pyle to pose as “aid workers” while arranging terrorist acts that would justify our intervention there.

The novel inspired a 1958 Hollywood version in which the director Joseph Mankiewicz turned the story on its head, making Fowler the bad guy and Pyle the hero. Did the CIA have a hand in funding that film? Stranger things have happened: The animated version of “Animal Farm” (1948) was paid for by a CIA front, and twisted Orwell’s fable about totalitarianism both East and West into a simplistic anti-communist cartoon.

Now comes another version of “The Quiet American,” this one directed by the Australian Phillip Noyce and truer to the Greene novel. It is a film with a political point of view, but often its characters lose sight of that, in their fascination with each other and with the girl. A question every viewer will have to answer at the end is whether a final death is the result of moral conviction, or romantic compulsion.

The film is narrated by Caine’s character, in that conversational voice weary with wisdom; we are reminded of the tired cynicism of the opening narration in the great film of Greene’s The Third Man . Pyle has “a face with no history, no problems,” Fowler tells us; his own face is a map of both. “I’m just a reporter,” he says. “I offer no point of view, I take no action, I don’t get involved.” Indeed, he has scarcely filed a story in the past year for his paper, the Times of London; he is too absorbed in Phuong, and opium.