Salt (Phillip Noyce, 2010)

In which Angelina Jolie cements her status as the queen of the derivative and forgettable actioner. Milla Jovovich may unashamedly front even greater dross and high-kick more unfeasibly, but Jolie is meant to be an A-list star and a proper actress to boot. Why there's any need to keep on with the scowly macho stuff is unfathomable.
Salt manages to plunder both Bourne and Bond without the decency of throwing a knowing wink, and all it adds is layers of illogicality as Jolie discovers she's in fact (surely anachronistically) a Russian sleeper agent trained to assassinate the President, and then goes on a rampage with lashings of FX-budget gobbling collateral damage. Meanwhile, Liev Schreiber and Chiwetel Ejiofor also run around po-faced, barking instuctions into mobile phones. Thoroughly pointless from start to finish.

3/10