







Two men who look like they wandered onto the wrong film set and decided to stay — that's Salvador in a nutshell, and exactly why it works when it's firing.
James Woods and James Belushi are the whole show. Their double act starts loose and funny, like a lads' trip that's spiralled badly, then curdles into a breakdown. I found myself watching their friendship more than the plot — two losers adrift in a country whose rules keep shifting. Woods's journalist keeps up; Belushi's rock DJ is a fish out of water from the start.
The trouble is Oliver Stone can't resist grabbing the mic. One scene has Woods arguing policy with US officials that feels bolted on, as if Stone wanted a soapbox more than a finished story. He's not wrong — just mistimed. Placed elsewhere, it might have landed instead of feeling like stuffing. Add a runtime that loses shape trying to juggle road movie, politics and character study, and you've got a great double act buried in a film that can't find its footing.