On the heels of the release of Brad Anderson’s Transsiberian, it’s worth noting that my Mom and Dad returned from a trip to the then-Soviet Union with exactly the same sort of Russian nesting dolls that Kate Mara and Eduardo Noriega’s characters use to smuggle heroin in the movie, raising the distinct possibility that my parents were drug mules, and I was an unwitting, in utero accomplice. Though, in their defense, I don’t have any specific recollections of them screaming at me as a toddler not to lick the dolls…