I rarely get to watch movies at the theater these days, unless it's animated flicks with my kids. So last night we had a date night with another couple and we went to see Salt.
I was left with a very bitter taste in my mouth, so I guess the film is aptly named. The sequel should be named, "Salt: Rubbing It In The Wound".
There are bad movies....then there's this one.
Half way through the film my friend leaned over and said, "Did I miss something?" I replied, "By the time this thing is over you're gonna be missing about 2 hours out of your life that you can never get back." After that we were forced to lampoon the film the rest of the time in order to bear the pain. Every time one of the hundreds of comically-inept, federal agents would allow Jolie's character to escape, I'd chant, "Buttafingahs!"
All I could think about was Jolie and Pitt sitting in the premiere and him leaning over and saying, "Really? I need to start reading your scripts from now on."