“Sigh. I miss Coat,” thinks Angelina.
“I come all the way to Europe, and no one can muster up any amusing replacement titles for Salt that either look funny or translate to something overly literal? Like, Crystallized Yum Spice Runs To Live, or Help! The Lady Spy Is Hunted! or something? Well, if they can’t make the effort, then neither will I. You want Salt, France? Then welcome to Bored, Poorly Be-fringed Famous Hungry Person Wears ’70s Mourning Nightgown. Sucks to be you.”