The Bourne Ultimatum
Is abject twaddle.
This has been reviewed before on this site. Travelgal did not like it because Bourne is not as good as Bond, and feels bad about killing people. I would add that Bourne is weak. I cannot imagine Bond being bullied into executing someone in cold blood. But paling in comparison to the other fantasy secret agent hero is not the only reason this movie sucks.
It's the fantasy of the all-knowing, all seeing CIA. The grand conspiracy that goes "right to the top". The paranoid delusion parodied by "Grassy Knollington" in Viz is that the CIA and other illuminati can see and hear everything anyone does and always stand ready to execute anyone who stumbles on the truth. The truth is more mundane. Intelligence agencies are manned by civil servants, with all the lazy, time-serving incompetence for which that is a byword.
The idea that some CIA outstation in London is eavesdropping on all communications just in case certain buzz words are heard is absurd. If that were not incredible enough There are then dozens of analysts on hand to shout "code 42" or some such rubbish and zoom CCTV (British CCTV, apparently without metroplod's consent or knowledge) and covert surveillance immediately onto the source. They then vector a locally recruited, ultra-hard, immediately ready assassin "asset", one of several apparently in capitals world-wide, onto the scene in minutes.
The "Asset" found parking for a BMW right outside Waterloo station, and it wasn't clamped when he got back, nor had its radio been nicked. That is the moment I lost my suspension of disbelief.
I did enjoy watching the northern Guardianista monkey get slotted, though I was hoping he would have received a bit more torture before he met his maker. Highlights of lefties dying aside, the plot winds its way, via tedious flashbacks as Bourne recovers his memory of what a total cunt he is, to the inevitable rooftop showdown. Sure the chases are fun, the explosions and fights are well choreographed, but the movie lacks anything like credibility, the plot relying as it does on Government computer equipment working first time, and analysts immediately deciphering coded messages correctly. The local plods in New York and London ignore the chaos and violence in their midsts. Whilst I could believe this of UK plod in Waterloo, some of this involved speeding, which is the one "crime" they prosecute with any alacrity.
Despite all the traffic offences, technology and sharp-suited spooks working their magic, Bourne, wanted by interpol and the subject of a 3 part newspaper story (I know, in the Guardian, which no-one reads) is able to travel freely around Europe, Russia and North Africa, with no-one batting an eyelid. Because I just don't buy the conspiracy theory of an ultra competent, malign CIA, I couldn't cope with this movie's absurdities. And I thought Bourne to be a drip.









