She's not a spy, is she?
A spy-helper. Whatever -- if you work with doctors, you learn not to be shocked at the paperwork or at stethoscopes lying around; if she works with spies, why is she so ignorant of how they work?
For that matter, I can't think of a reason why she would be so ignorant of Bourne -- they were posted to the same city for, one presumes, a couple of years. Surely they had to have met or just looked significantly at each other across a large plaza at least once?
Minor point. She certainly doesn't fit comfortably in the world the rest of the characters created.
if she works with spies, why is she so ignorant of how they work?
Seems reasonably realistic, based on the news out of the FBI and CIA recently.
He used up the last of my Chinatown esteem on this movie.
Did he get any back with
The Pianist
?
What
ignorance of Bourne
do you mean? Wasn't she
brought in as someone who knew more about him?
I think yes, but all things considered, she
knew nothing about him. Like, she seemed ignorant of the stuff that Brian Cox and Joan Allen already knew. If she had never heard of Bourne in her life before the night he invaded her office in the first movie, she couldn't have been more ignorant of him. But, if she'd actually been his handler/contact for three years before that, how can she be so ignorant of him?
Minor detail, in the scheme of things. Really, no more significant than the funny-wrong accents of every character who speaks a foreign language.
Not really, Polter-Cow. For some reason I want to put a u in your name. Huh.
The Pianist felt like paint by numbers, with one great performance and a few good supporting. Don't know if this is heresy around here, but the film frustrated more than it moved me.
But she was telling
them stuff to help predict his behaviour and suggest his motivation,
wasn't she? Cox
did know more, but that was the point.
What did
Allen know that she didn't?
Not really, Polter-Cow. For some reason I want to put a u in your name. Huh.
You're not the only one.
The Pianist felt like paint by numbers, with one great performance and a few good supporting. Don't know if this is heresy around here, but the film frustrated more than it moved me.
I don't know that it moved me. I don't know that it
could
move. It wasn't trying, was the thing. It was so objective. It was just like, "Here. Here's the story. Do with it what you will." And I don't normally see that.
I probably should have been more clear - I meant the movie did not impress me. I felt I could wander off and not miss a whole lot other than Brody performing. Never felt caught up in the story, but it might have been my Polanski bias bubbling up. When a creative person turns me off, they have to fight hard to get me back.
Irrational is my middle name.
