Caption: "Is this American Table Salt? Russian Table Salt?Ah, who the hell knows? Too much! Too much!"
This one's being compared to the Jason Bourne movies. A better film to compare it to would be The Fugitive sequel, U.S. Marshals. Yes, Salt is that predictable and dull. It's a plot-heavy character-light film that zips along until it's over and you're left thinking "but how could she do--?" and "how would she know--?"
There's never any feeling that Salt is improvising her way through situations, which I assume is what we're supposed to believe she's doing. Everything happens by rote: every gunshot, every explosion, every kick, and no one is in any danger of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Baddies get shot, blown up, and kicked; Salt does not. And, in a case of stretching credibility particularly thin somehow our heroine can predict the outcome of crashing a car she's not driving nor buckled into, leaving her to walk away to the next set-piece.
A better action vehicle for Angelina than the awful Tomb Raider pictures, miles better than the morally-repugnant Wanted, but not as good as the very average Mr and Mrs Smith, which a least had some humour in it.
On the dollar scale: I paid $8 to see it, worth about $4.
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