The Tourist (Donnersmarck, 2010)
This review contains spoilers.
A moody, minimalistic film set in Italy, and filmed in a wide array of different lights would normally be a very good movie to me. The Tourist, however, instead of letting its strengths carry it, tries a bit too hard and ends up faltering. The first 3/4 of the film was Hitchcock to a T – mysterious setup involving a meet on a train, a bystander getting involved in something much bigger than he dreamed, action that is brief and to the point, and a lightning quick love story – all the strengths and flaws of Hitchcock’s influence at the forefront. But the innocent bystander and the love story that play such an important part in giving the film such a nostalgic feel mean nothing after we learn this bystander is actually the man behind the curtain. As far as twists go, I did not see it coming. But I would have liked it better had the two been separate men, and the character I had come to know was actually who I had invested my time into. (And heck, there is a slight twist in the middle that is subtly suave that gives enough of a kick to satisfy that need.) What could have been a great ride, both entertaining and slightly poetic, is nearly ruined by its need to be extra plotty. 6.75/10