An interpreter overhears a plot to assassinate an African dictator and is assigned a burnt out cop (is there any other kind?) to protect her.
The Interpreter is exactly what I was expecting. A cast of actors on autopilot, going through the motions of political intrigue in a factory-farmed Hollywood thriller that seems to have been regurgitated onto the multiplex conveyor belt by a script-writing machine. Sean Penn and Nicole Kidman are suspicious at first, bond, share, have a will-they-won’t-they moment, the plot twists on cue, there’s an earnest race against time and a dash of dramatic irony at the end.
Pure film making by numbers, the end result is a big flavourless, colourless bag of “meh” that resulted in my wishing that it was a little worse than it was. At least then it would’ve been more interesting.