So if a car's experience is so fundamentally different than riding transit, what parallel experience can we plumb for joyous attributes? I would propose we look for a model to long-distance trains and their sense of possibility and romance, not the raw sex of cars.
I'm not going to tell you about the plot -- it is ridiculous. For me to even discuss it would take away whatever pleasures might be there. But if I were you, I would do what most audiences have done: not go.
That Disney was able to convince the moviegoing populace that they wanted to see a sequel to a 28-year old film that barely anyone remembers in any detail is both a testament to Disney's marketing skill and a sad commentary on blockbuster filmmaking.
The Tourist is more like steerage than coach, a tarted-up piece of product that's flat and witless. Hopefully, Henckel von Donnersmarck will go back to making his own films and put Hollywood in his rearview mirror.