I was sad when the constipated CIA guy died

Rating: 2/10 (1 July 2006)

I didn't like it, in spite of the reviews. The director tried really hard to simulate the cerebral feature-length epics of the 70s and only succeeded at putting me to sleep. The story (sorry, didn't read the book) made fifth-grade assumptions about what goes on in CIA circles. You don't send in snipers, one miserable and random failure at a time, in plain sight, to finish a fellow op off. I'm sure even the "incorrigible" CIA gives their employees the benefit of the doubt. None given here.
I guess the Matt Damon character was the good guy--I couldn't really tell. I was so sick of his paranoia and the fact that he was so comfortable in his role of killing people (yet he had flashes of humane-ness; yeah, whatever), I wanted him dead. I was pretty sick of his girlfriend, too. This waste of time had a million holes in its plot (How'd he get to Switzerland (Switzerland is a major fortress!)? Why was the African guy targeted (I was never convinced he was good OR bad)? Why were the French so lame? Why didn't the CIA practice triangulation? Why did the CIA not practice more discrete forms of assassination? What the hell was with the blonde chick--why did we care about her? Why was the bureau chief so constipated? Weren't the French the least bit curious about the machine guns in their hotels? Why did the French guy in the countryside just up and quit?).
I give it a 2 for YAWNFEST! A 2 for NAIVE UN-REALITY! And a 2 for WHO GIVES A POOP ABOUT ANY OF THESE PEOPLE! Au revior!