The action moves in slow motion in this pointless and thrill-less thriller which serves mainly to highlight Angelina Jolie's peculiar brand of sculpted beauty.
She and Johnny Depp exhibit zero chemistry as a mis-matched couple on the run from police forces and sinister forces in Venice. The plot's implausibility could be overlooked if it were exciting or generated even a smidgin of tension but it does neither.
The biggest disappointment, however, isn't the story or the acting. It's the direction. If Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck's name weren't on the opening titles I would never have guessed that the same man who created the achingly powerful and moving 'The Lives of Others' in 2006 could also be responsible for this dud.
The only participant that emerges from THE TOURIST with any credit is Venice which succeeds in looking even more alluring than Miss Jolie.
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25 March 2011
14 November 2010
SALT: rubbed into wounds and every other place
In attempting to describe this atrocious Angelina Jolie spy thriller I'm thinking of a four letter word which also begins with the letter S and ends with the letter T.
This word is often preceded by the word 'horse.'
This word is often preceded by the word 'horse.'
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Angelina Jolie,
crime thriller,
horseshit,
spy
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