For a long time, I had a number of favourite actresses whose films I would never miss.
With Covid restricting everything movie-related for the past few years, it has been a long, long time since anyone had been in a movie.
Meg Ryan by all accounts has disappeared, and after Riviera, I’ve patiently been waiting for the next Julia Stiles project. This is coming in June this year. Jeri Ryan has returned to star in Star Trek Picard, which has been keeping me entertained.
But with the possibility of seeing Sandra Bullock in TV series very remote, it’s been a long wait for the next feature, and after a few earlier release dates that didn’t happen, it finally made it.
And filled with enthusiasm, driven by the promo I was hoping for great things.
OK, the first few minutes are not exactly attention-grabbing, unless you’re attracted to wig-wearing book cover models acting strangely, or expect a middle-aged woman would want to wear a pink glittery jumpsuit to a serious interview.
Unless there was a reason, and I missed it.
However, that puzzlement is over once we’re introduced to the nice bad guy, brilliantly played by Daniel Radcliffe, who certainly is no longer Harry Potter, and thank God for that.
From that point on, while definitely forgetting about pink jumpsuits or stereotyping book cover models, we join the ride.
There are a few leaps of faith, like her being almost an archaeologist in her own right, something not made very clear, but it’s forgivable because you need to have a few unexpected things coming out of left field to keep you on the edge of your seat.
I won’t say the end was like those that other famous or infamous archeologists conjured up being surrounded by Nazis and other assorted bad guys, but seeing the nice but evil Radcliff being dragged away was good enough.
As for the inevitable treasure that is expected to be found, well, there is a treasure, but what it is will surprise you.