A Russian ballerina is trained in a sex school to tolerate brutal public sex with a stony face, and then, ready for secret agent work, she is entrusted to substitute top-secret floppy disks with dummy replacement ones - quickly, while no-one is looking, take real ones from a top shelf and swap them with fake ones from the bottom shelf - but is she performing these exciting spy feats for the Russians, is she working for the Americans, does anybody care, and what do the answers to these dull questions mean for romantic lead, the American spy agent played by Joel Edgerton with whom the ballerina shares zero chemistry at all?
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Her leg snaps. Across the shin. Just like that. I think the skinny male-dancer she's prancing around with accidentally somehow puts five times his own body-weight on it or something. It looks painful enough and then you think - wait, Dancer, trained, athletic. Leg, snapped. "Sorry, I can't come into work today Terry, my leg's snapped". Not to get too spoilerific, but she's interrogated at one point later by a bloke hitting her with a cosh and nothing snaps then
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Haha. It is a dreary movie full of gaps in logic.
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