Weak, all-plot-and-no-content film about the conflation in White culture between politics and the personal. Personal relationships are shown here as riven with mistrust and deceit to such an extent that they inevitably fail in a morass of materialism and un-enlightened self-interest.
worse, this film attempts to explore the issue of the increasing Western tendency to steal ideas from others rather than originate them oneself - along with trying to stop others from developing ideas via cultural snobbery and White imperialism and the misinformation of pretending to knowledge one does not have. But this film has no real idea what it is talking about since it talks of a game with no content to produce a movie with no content. A movie about self-fulfilling nature of paranoia that cannot escape its own conceit to arrive at the sunlit uplands of mental health.
Behind all this frantic one-upmanship, of course, lies greed - but this sure ain't no Treasure of the Sierra Madre no matter how hard it tries.
This movie attempts to get around the problem that it is espionage without firearms with lackluster humor, Jason Bourne-type thriller music and feeble implications about the high incidence of divorce in the Western world. But the film achieves little as either a thriller, a comedy or a romance.
However, the sexual chemistry between Julia ROBERTS and Clive OWEN is palpably-enjoyable as well as good fun. Ian Fleming’s Casino Royale gets the issue of trust in the modern world through the metaphor of spying better than this.
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