Utter braindead derivative rubbish

Rating: 1/10 (13 January 2011)

If I could give this a minus figure I would do. The well worn story of an amnesiac trained hit-man who is being chased by his own side because he has some secrets in his head. Yes, the plot of TV movie hidden away on US Fiver at three in the morning. But, no, the greatest action trilogy ever made!!!!!!!!! You are kidding me! The action was so repetitive - Bourne puts himself close up to his chasers and then as the technical wizardry of tracking him (my computer takes longer to start up than these people can trace a phone!) gets closer he outwits them, before we have a physical chase involving bikes, cars, and on foot, from which Bourne escapes to catch a plane or train to another fabulous location where the same thing is done all over again. Of course, the camera shakes (oh, so original), and the cutting is manic (oh so original), while Matt Damon out acts IKEA Knightley with B&Q Damon - a face so wooden that makes watching paint dry interesting! A word for Julia Stiles who acts her head off without any reward. The critics have lauded this derivative heap of junk (see Tom Cruise in MI whatever, John Frankenheimer's 'French Connection', or Peter Yates' 'Bullitt') because Paul Greengrass has apparently reinvented the spy movie - I must have missed that as I counted up the clichés and repeat shots! No, a director who has been praised for serious work on TV cannot be criticised, so like Tarentino, even Scorsese before him, if the critics have given you a huge reputation then they cannot afford to back down and call it cra*. I can, and it is!