Well, I didn't love or hate it. I guess my main gripe with it was that I didn't take anything away from it. I learned nothing, I was barely made to care about the characters until near the end. I wonder how many lines there even were in the movie. Clooney kind of does the washed up spy thing again, which we've seen before, only this time its in Italy. The whole movie just kind of depends on him, and, people taking interest in someone who barely speaks is a bit of a stretch. But, I mean, how many lines did they even give him? There wasn't a whole lot for Clooney to work with.
I mean, I kind of took the whole thing to be playing on tension of silence.. the pain of waiting.... and the 'space inbetween' or whatever. But, um, yeah....how 'bout those boobs?
