“Salt” is a damn fine thriller. It does every one of the things I can’t remain in terrible motion pictures, and destroys them a decent one. It resembles a censure to all the lousy activity motion picture chiefs who’ve been slamming pots and skillet together in our skulls. It winds your clock tight and the caution doesn’t go off for 100 minutes.
It’s radiantly preposterous. This motion picture has gaps in it sufficiently enormous to drive the entire film through. The laws of material science appear to be suspended here an indistinguishable path from in a Road Runner toon. Angelina Jolie runs full speed out like a phantom and doesn’t look down until she’s in the helicopter toward the end.