The Recruit

[yendi]

jet_li_wannabe had passes to a screening of The Recruit last night, so the two of us, along with LJ-less Thomas and Jerry, headed to Phipps.

The movie was surprisingly fun, if not anything special. Understand, I get a blast out of good conspiracy yarns. I loved Enemy of the State, and still consider Conspiracy Theory to be one of the best Julia Roberts movies.

And I love Al Pacino. Especially after last year's Insomnia, which was his finest performance in ages. And he gets to ham it up here, with most of the comedic lines falling in his lap. And Bridget Moynahan (who I'd only seen before as Big's wife on Sex and the City) is quite enjoyable to watch as well.


So I had a lot of fun. The movie was utterly predictable, but the ending is never the big deal with this sort of ride -- it's getting there that matters. About the only big weakness was Colin Farrell, whose Irish accent kept popping out at the most inconvenient of times, kinda tough when the character isn't supposed to have that accent. Let's hope he's a bit more restrained as Bullseye.

Overall, not a five-star flick, but damned fine brain candy.

Then, we attempted to go home.

For the record, never let Thomas give you directions. Ever.

Or if you do, make sure that A) everyone knows where North and South are, and B) everyone knows where Sidney Marcus Boulevard is in relation to you at all times. And C), don't ever expect anything as concise as "go left, now."

Suffice to say, the drive home was longer than expected. :-)