And rain fell on the earth forty days and forty nights.
Yesterday evening Dad, Ian, and I watched Salt. Frankly, I’m astonished it got 61% on Rotten Tomatoes. I’ve rarely been more bored in an action movie, and I like action movies. The whole “Russians are the bad guys” thing felt so 30 years ago. That aside, they just tried to do too darn much in an hour and a half. The first half is a mistaken identity/quest to save her husband story and I kept watching because I wanted to see what happened to her husband. They devoted several minutes to their relationship, so you figure it’s going to be important. Then her husband is summarily shot and vanishes without anybody batting an eye, and the movie turns into a double agent/agent vs. agent scramble. For all that, it was predictable enough that we were able to call out all the twists before they happened. The only redeeming features were the Haagen-Dasz bar I ate partway through and the fact we didn’t pay for it. True Grit was way better.