Went to see The Tourist with mumm and Sarah. I hadn’t really heard anything of it but what they had told me so wasn’t expecting much, but even that was too much. I guessed the outcome within the first five minutes. As soon as she read the note, which specified a particular train [spoiler?], I knew how it would end.
Oh, and it took place in a world in which there are no women, except the constantly heavily made up main character. All police officers, all spies, all mobsters, all of their associates, even, all waiters and servers and receptionists and every other person in society that need speak words… all men. Except Angelina Jolie, whose space (unlike that of her male colleagues) gets creepily invaded by her superior. Ew.