If Phillip Noyce's film has already dabbled in espionage in the past ( war games, imminent danger), this time he swapped the old Harrison Ford for the inexpressive Angelina Jolie. But preferring plastic actress on her script, the stacking sequences of action to the coherence of his narrative, Salt to ambitiously eyeing the trilogy Bourne but failed to inject pace in his narrative disjointed and outdated. Salt
Evelyn (Angelina Jolie), works for the CIA. High-flying spy, experienced and patriotic, she divides her time between her husband and his clandestine activities. When a Soviet dissident was arrested and put in question, an unexpected side of his personality emerges. Salt would have an agenda somewhat unexpected assassinate the Russian president on behalf of former KGB members. Escaping while his former American colleagues, she embarked on the execution of his murderous mission.
Synopses of spy films are characterized rarely by their originality of treatment, but by the ingenuity tortuous scenarios. If primers are mostly expected, gears narrative often wonder. Salt Fishing unfortunately an excess of laziness or trapping to surprise the viewer. Echoing the classic hero's frame considered guilty (but is it really?) Who has no choice but to flee, Salt follows the trail (again) of his predecessors fought without them stand out, nor even reach the level through such requirement. Mixing sequences worthy of Die Another day Salt is mistreated in North Korean jails, car chases where all transports make up the numbers (Mrs. Pretty jumped from one truck to a motorcycle, a car in a subway), Noyce's film 's apparent to a patchwork of déjà vu, but the seams too visible, poorly sutured, deeply bored.
Heroin, introduced as American spy, did an about face without preamble or logical to make the features of a high Russian bottle of the Cold War, no other aim in life than "destroy America "(the passage from east to west, nice / nasty be explained by fading from blond to brown threatening naive). Implausible, this reversal is expanded by mawkish flashbacks where we learn among other things, that Lee Harvey Oswald was the first agent of a larger project of destabilizing the U.S. (!) Or the Soviet indoctrination of children into potential terrorists. The processing of these memories, all in pastel colors a bit fuzzy, bordering on poverty (or even unintentionally funny).
interspersed dezincification bodybuilder any azimuth and a multiplication of twists and other changes in the camp, Salt is lost in a narrative gymkhana more unreadable. The character's motivations (revenge) are, for example, never justified. If we add to this opposition between East and West totally outdated in 20 years, a subtle interpretation in any frowns supported and fixed grimace (reducing the actors to pantomime bland), we get a movie without suspense (and yet many bends narrative can at least surprise) and tasteless (from the title, you feel cheated).
Salt dares even a final fishtail that casts a dark omen in a row (s) possible (s). Salt resembles those franchises that hope died in the egg as a second component would amount to a déjà vu ca. Straw!
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