The sort of movie I always bust the word "hoot" out for. As in, it's a hoot and a half. Like Matt Zoller Seitz did in his worth-your-time review I too thought of Speed and The Fugitive while watching this movie, which are both extraordinary compliments. Where both of those films took the routine trappings of the chase thriller and turned them into something better than they should've been through solid film-making, so goes Salt. Stock characters scattered all over the place, sure. But they're siphoned into a breakneck story twisting and turning impressively and somehow managing to straddle both utter ridiculousness and a semblance of reality nicely. That is to say, there's no Loom of Fate here. Angie might be able to toss herself down elevator shafts like a flying squirrel, but it doesn't get a whole lot more outlandish than that. The set-pieces are kept on a human scale, and are thrilling because of it. And the sly feminist winks are super - when Salt tends her wounds with a maxi-pad twas delight..
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