"The International"

I wasn't expecting much going into The International, partly because it seemed like your standard formula of what passes as a thriller these days, and partly because I can't stand Naomi Why-Don't-You-Fix-Those-Chiclets-You-Call-Front-Teeth Watts. And yes, it was formulaic--they didn't even bother with a "twist" this time--and Watts repulsed. However, what I did find interesting was the scene in which Watts is trying to call the wife of a murdered man for information, only the woman won't speak to her on the phone. She is however, willing to text, and her and Watts go back and forth on the BlackBerrys at an inhumanly fast text pace. I think it was supposed to indicate that texting couldn't be tapped or monitored, but in a broader sense, it felt like they just threw that scene in there just so they could show someone texting, because that's how important and ingrained it's becoming.