IMDb #201 Review: The Bourne Ultimatum (2007)

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Shaky-shaky-shaky-cam!

Seriously, this blue-tinged chronicle of America's top rogue super-spy ranks among the least necessary applications of earthquake-o-vision. Yes, it neatly wraps up the trilogy like Christmas morning played in reverse. (To include newcomers, unimportant characters summarize the previous installments in a contrived meeting setting.)

Hollywood is running out of objectively evil enemies, so the film portrays America in a negative light. Because Nazi Germany is dead/buried/zombified, Soviet Russia is hibernating, and China owns us.

A Guardian journalist leaks a top-secret USA spy program. American agents gun for him. Except Jason Bourne, who the project involves; he goes after Not-Snowden for different reasons. (Hardly-a-spoiler alert: Please note JB's track record for keeping anyone alive who isn't played by surly Matt Damon.)

From Madrid to London, D.C. to boring old NYC, Jason Bourne chases the elusive plot tokens. The CIA directer sets up perimeters; JB avoids those perimeters. Repeat cycle.

Inside the CIA, the designated likable female character (NOT a love interest, surprisingly) subverts her department's unethical activities. Somehow she isn't waterboarded to death.

Finally, the amnesia storyline rears its ugly over-prostituted head yet again. Mission control flunkies mask their uninspired dialogue in technobabble. Car crashes and sicknasty motorcycle tricks hide tired stories, most awesomely. Despite all the cultural relevance of "evil government!", the stunts and fast cuts and dizzying pacing can't cover up the tangible lack of substance.

115 minutes.