The Tourist harks back to the carefree days of indulgent, aspirational cinema – a time when protagonists dressed sharp – even for breakfast, when they quipped endless reams of golden wit, and when smoking only put them at serious risk of looking cool. Unfortunately, as this week’s Prague Post review reports, this Depp/Jolie vanity project is all fizz and no champagne.

Surely actors, whose very job it is to entertain people – should be able to take a little ribbing, especially at an event where they’re celebrating their own great-massive-epic contributions to the world of film? Without some injection of cynicism these award shows (and there’s enough of them, and they go on long enough too) would be – and often are – self-congratulatory borefests.