I watched The Interpreter on DVD the other evening. It was disappointing like going to the London theatre: excellent actors and highly accomplished technicians bringing to life a script that fancies itself intelligent and deep, but is daft and glib. One of the stars, Nicole Kidman, is currently plugging what is apparently another poor career choice. In The Interpreter she at least makes a deeply annoying character pleasing to look at and listen to, fresh as she must be in each scene from her talented stylist and her Meryl Streep School Of Accents voice coach. By contrast, Sean Penn’s dye job is disturbing, especially as it seems to reflect normally hidden wavelengths of light into the visible spectrum. In one scene in a park outside the UN its emissions must surely have triggered some kind of security alert.