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Movie Review: The Tourist

    Hello. (I thought I'd change the greeting). As threatened, I went to see The Tourist today. It stars Angelina Jolie and Johnny Depp. Johnny plays a clueless tourist, an American math teacher who meets a mysterious woman on a train. She is using the stranger to fool some law enforcement types. They wind up in a hotel together in Venice, Italy. By the way, I very much enjoyed the shots of this lovely town. It made me want to go there. Jolie's character begins to fall for the math teacher as opposed to her more dangerous consort for whom she has done the machinations which have enveloped the innocent tourist. After almost being killed, being arrested and being entirely out of his depth, the teacher falls for the seductress and she falls for him. There are a few little plot twists late in the show.
     Rather than fill the movie with special effects and mindless action scenes and violence, the director chose to be a bit more subtle. The movie had moments that spoke so well to me. Depp's character with his hand on the doorknob of the beauty's bedroom. He turns the knob, but after a few seconds of second thoughts, he returns the knob to its former position and goes to sleep on the couch. The director chose the rapier rather than the hammer. I suspect this movie may be one of those that becomes a favorite for years to come on cable but makes a more modest profit at the box office. I liked it very much and would rate it three stars out of four. Keep in mind that I almost never give a movie four stars.
    By the way, there are several familiar faces in the movie. See if you recognize a guy from the James Bond movie Octopussy. He played a Russian General in that movie. In this one he is a criminal who likes to use a knife. Also, a former Bond plays a cop's supervisor. It's the James Bond from the movie entitled The Living Daylights. I forget his name.
    This movie is as much a romance as an adventure and I think the ladies will like it just as much as the men do.
     From the Author's Green Retreat, I'm CE Wills.

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