Can you detect fugitive spies solely by their hotness factor? In Salt, Angelina Jolie is a CIA officer who goes on the run when she's accused — maybe falsely, maybe not — of being a Russian sleeper agent tasked with assassinating the president. But she's not the only one who's had to hit this particular road: Some 50 years ago, the dashing Cary Grant was mistaken for an American spy and had to scour the country to find his doppelganger. Thus airlines, car rental agencies, and Amtrak remain solvent.
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Just doesn't seem fair: You live your life, do your job, garner respect from your peers, then some a-hole Russian spy comes along and accuses you of working for the enemy. The fact that he knows who you are while you're beginning to have doubts doesn't help, but if you're someone like Jolie, there's only one option: Elude arrest; dye your hair; and get your perfectly toned buttocks in transit because intensive interrogations and diligent computer research can go only so far to solving this kind of mystery. In the end, it all comes down to a heavily armed, incredibly hot chick with good reasons to stay on the move.
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North by Northwest (1959)
Welcome to road-comedy, Alfred Hitchcock-style: Cary Grant plays an ordinary — albeit dapper and hunky — New York ad executive who, having been mistaken for a particularly elusive American spy, gets kidnapped by enemy agents, nearly killed, framed for murder, and worst of all dissed in public by his own mother ("You gentlemen aren't really trying to kill my son, are you?"). With the answers to his dilemma lying in the title's cross-country direction, it's time for a little impromptu and incognito trekkin', spiced up with a crop duster and Eva Marie Saint as a traveling companion (or nemesis?).