The ending of Salt pissed me off.
Salt was a cut above the action fare this summer, but that’s kind of like saying I like asparagus better than spinach but I really hate both. It was Angelina Jolie doing what Angelina Jolie does best, which is looking freakishly beautiful while kicking ass and blowing shit up. But Salt was oddly joyless, a perfunctory double-crossing spy thriller that slid from mildly entertaining to mildly baffling and back to mildly entertaining. I checked out on Salt when, toward the end, the FBI agent who has been leading the manhunt (Chiwetel Ejiofor, 2012, Love Actually) asks Salt, “You expect me to believe you just saved the world?” and Salt answers, “I hope so.” Continue reading “Those pesky open endings”