Angelina Give her best to the movie”salt” it is very challenging to her.
Salt, a CIA official accused of being a Russian spy, dashes home to grab the supplies she needs to go on the run and hunt for her husband, who's missing. She grabs a backpack hidden in a trunk full of clothes, but while she's there she also sees her scruffy, little terrier, padding about the apartment, nervous because everything is in upheaval. Once she escapes by climbing out the window and slinking from ledge to ledge, high above the sidewalk — barefoot in a pencil skirt, in the winter, no less — she persuades a young girl in a neighboring apartment to let her in.
There, Salt opens the backpack and produces — you guessed it — the aforementioned scruffy, little terrier. (Good thing they didn't have a Great Dane.) And you realize right then and there that anyone who would go to that much trouble to save a dog cannot be a bad person. It's impossible. So from that point on, while there's tension in "Salt," there really is no suspense. Any attempts to confuse us about our heroine's true nature — and there are many — feel like an elaborate sham.
Under the direction of Phillip Noyce, though, at least it's a well-made sham. "Salt" allows Noyce to return to the kind of action thrillers he's made previously, like the Tom Clancy adaptations "Patriot Games" and "Clear and Present Danger." It's muscular, gritty and propulsive. (Robert Elswit, an Oscar winner for "There Will Be Blood," is the cinematographer.) It's also totally ludicrous and lacking in even the slightest shred of humanity.
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