Movie Review: Salt
I saw Salt with my father, who obnoxiously interrupted the film during every action scene, to remind me how unrealistic it is for such a “scrawny woman” to beat up numerous men at one time. I told him that no one questioned the weaponless Tom Cruise when he beat up four guys in an elevator in Mission Impossible II. He laughed at the comparison. I then turned to my mother who confirmed my father’s take in very few words — “it’s a little ridiculous,” she said. The film was originally written for Tom Cruise, and last minute changes were made to the script when he dropped out. I imagine that if the script was originally written with Angelina in mind, the ass-kicking would have been kept to a minimum. Personally, I find it refreshing to see a woman kicking ass for once. Plus, close-ups of Angelina are always welcomed. As far as the plot goes, the story is moderately thin. Angelina may or may not be a Russian spy that is trying to blow up the world. It’s a believable guessing game, because even in real life, I cannot decide if Angelina is a villain. That made her great for this role. In the end, it’s enjoyable enough to see on the big screen. And it’s not a remake — which made me grade on a curve.