It was not what I wanted to write, it seemed too trivial and obvious . Above all, I was not disappointed so much. But there is no friend, acquaintance or stranger on the street do not stop me and tell me: "The tourist sucks". So, it seems almost inevitable talk about it. Evil, of course. Why, I mean: maybe not so bad, but not beautiful. And with a lot of ideas that would be a shame neglect.
Patti clear, though: this is not a review, but a simple comment. Why do not you write a request here (if not signed and colleague, and also even), but for the mission. If not, what service book is?
So, we said: The tourist. First, it is a spy story, retro, glamorous players. Perfect for the 50s, not too modernized by the cast. It works in so far as all the films of this type. And the box office aside, sorry to the spectators certainly more Italians (Venetians in particular) because, as usual, uses to plunder the location, without worrying too much verisimilitude, as would be the case, half a century ago, any scene with cardboard.
Here, the cartoon. There's a lot in this film, beginning with the restaurants who have never sold as a specialty typical Venetian risotto scampi and champagne? And if you can agree that to chew rice and peas to Angelina Jolie is the ultimate in chic, yet no one has asked the director Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck (which looks amazing, has directed a masterpiece like The Lives of Others) of set his shooting in the lagoon. And again, the trains. A recurring nightmare of the entire first part of the operation. Before we hear a threatening voice that, at a station empty, the speaker of an unlikely local raves coming from Domodossola, then pretends he is the canard that, looking out the window just before arriving in Venice, you can see the dazzling Tuscan countryside (at a guess, a cinematic device to avoid to resume and Dolo Mirano).
On the other hand, assist the actors. Johnny Depp, who has accumulated two strangely tennis balls instead of the cheekbones (but is not botox, only grassume), and the above mentioned Mrs Pitt, here at home in the part of those who should not ask, do not exceed, should not interpret. Ah, maybe too thin (but probably to make it complementary all'imbolsito protagonist).
There is also, though not worth the excitement, a band of Italian actor, hardcover properly for the occasion. Marcorè blacks in the role of concierge-click, Christian De Sica in to corrupt inspector (a sort of neo-realism to the contrary) and, of course Nino Frassica in clothes detective, at least in the dubbing is performed in an absolute gem: with Depp on a ledge in escape from the bad, the calls with the manner of "Those of the Night", "No butt." And Hollywood is served.
The rest: surely some Italian actor not known to me (not even ask me to forward them through the maze of our Pallosa film) and a few holes in screenwriting segnalatomi post: a boat riddled with bullets that miraculously repairs itself in the next scene, Angelina down on deck after dark and leaves soon after, in the bright dawn of Venice, and the highlight, but I remembered that I, too, that the supersonic travel Giudecca-airport by boat in thirty seconds scarce. Stuff to teleport.
You say, and history? Well, you saw the movie, no need to spoil the plot reveals that the mysterious man who directs the moves of Jolie is actually Johnny Depp, who is then the same person she met apparently by train and goes to Venice , which is love, et cetera. The trick is to understand at least half an hour ahead of the closing credits, and does wonderfully with the useless part.
As for Kevin, however, you have to wipe a few days. There's Clint Eastwood in the halls.
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