More plot holes than a slice of Emmental. Continuity is an only a theory: who said it was useful? On top of this,, the viewer gets yet another instance of French cinema demonstrating that it has a hard time understanding the difference between ‘cool’ and a brand of scented cigarettes. Nice locations. Nicely filmed. I would never have guessed that the plot had potential. Yet Florian Henckel von Donnersmarck did: he took the basic story, fixed the plot holes, brought in some of the totally lacking character development, introduced continuity to the storytelling, and made a fairly satisfying, sub-Bourne, comedy-thriller – The Tourist. (I watched Anthony Zimmer _after_ watching The Tourist, having read it was a remake. In that respect –and that alone– it was educational; in all others, it was a waste of time and cellulose acetate.
Remade less interestingly in English as The Tourist, this absorbing French mystery thriller set on glorious riviera locations is a joy to watch. It could do with more stand-out thrills and flatters to deceive with an unconvincing ending, but it’s eminently watchable for the duration, full of intrigue and colour.