I like watching a character who can kick everyone’s ass AND figure out how to get wireless access in a foreign country. Dude’s in a dank apartment in Tangier and he’s uploading government files – just the other week I was in a posh L.A. hotel and I couldn’t figure out how to read my Yahoo mail. Much has been said about the male wish fulfillment of the Bourne films – that one day we may discover a latent warrior within us. Me, I just lust for this fantasy world where all these cell phone-to-cell phone calls sound so clear, people can “get to Waterloo Station in 30 minutes” without getting bogged down in traffic, and saying “71st street” without the East or West descriptive still gets the address across.
I know. Shut up and enjoy, right? Fine. You wanna see Matt Damon smash cars and use his passport? You wanna see government agents shouting things like “level 4 security!” and “Code Blue!”? You wanna see what train stations look like in nineteen different cities? Then grab this film. It’s just as good as the other two (it’s all one long movie to me) although an implication that Bourne’s kickassability may be due to a “special process” is a bit disappointing in a midichlorians kinda way. But, frankly, I can’t recall if that wasn’t already revealed in the second film.
