Like two Persian cats who have been drugged and somehow trained to walk side by side down the street, those exotic A-listers Johnny Depp and Angelina Jolie make a curious spectacle. These pampered exquisites star in a glossy, silly, occasionally amusing caper set in Venice – remade from the 2005 French thriller Anthony Zimmer, and borrowing a little from Polanski's Frantic, with something of Live and Let Die in the chase sequences. Jolie plays a haughty, beautiful woman of mystery with lips as big as a Dalí sofa. She is first seen sipping a coffee in a Paris cafe while under surveillance from some flics hunched in an unmarked van – their leering sweatiness signalling, naturally, that they are about to be royally outwitted. She receives word from her top international criminal lover, instructing her to travel to Venice (as opposed to Middlesbrough or Ashby-de-la-Zouch) and make friends with any guy with his approximate height and build, just to convince the cops that it's him in heavy disguise. So Jolie swans off and chats up a bedazzled tourist – a long-haired, goateed maths teacher played by Depp. She intends to get rid of him once he's served his purpose. But that special, indefinable spark between them keeps the pair together in dangerous situations and tourist locations.
