At the heart of The Interpreter is an assassination threat on the corrupt leader of a fictitious African nation. With Hotel Rwanda fresh in my memory I was uncomfortable about the political setting of this piece of entertainment, but since the film spends its entire time in New York rather than Africa, this is guilt is quickly forgotten. (And yes, I am a little concerned about how fickle that makes me sound.)
The Interpreter is a good, taut thriller. The kind of film to sink into on a Sunday evening. Just don't analyse it too much.
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