If you loved ma ma, try The Interpreter
A bridge between a film you've already seen and one most people haven't. Here's what they share, and what the second one does that the first one doesn't.
What The Interpreter is
U.N. hallways, dusk. A voice barely above a whisper, two words repeating in an unfamiliar tongue. Silvia Broome’s translation booth filters gunfire planning like static. A federal agent watches from the shadows, counting exits. Sydney Pollack twists the diplomat’s thriller into something leaner than the diplomats.

