For my money, easily, effortlessly, the best thriller/action movie of the summer, the year, probably the decade. It is a little flabbier than the first installment but it is trying to do a lot more, so that can perhaps be forgiven. A few lines uttered by David Strathairn are clunkers, but very few. And the feel-good ending spoils the introspective, dark feel of the movie. But apart for that, I can’t think of a thing this movie does wrong.
The cinematography conveys a sense of place as we move from Turin to Paris to Tangiers to Madrid and then to New York. There are nice moments of tranquility within the mayhem, beautifully captured by a shot of a finger idly stroking a coffee cup, or Bourne alone in his thoughts, nursing bruised and bloodied fists. There is a great juxtaposition of flashbacks as Bourne recalls being waterboarded, immediately followed by an underwater scene from early in the second installment. Two scenes from the second installment of the trilogy are reinserted into this movie seamlessly. Paul Greengrass cuts it all together superbly.
The action sequences are simply unmatched. The word ‘taut’ is overused, but here it applies in spades. A long scene near the beginning in London’s Waterloo station sets a new standard for action choreography (and is another illustration of Gio’s observation that the cellphone has become the one indispensable item in a thriller). But there are at least three other fine action sequences that had me chewing on my fingernails.
In Joan Allen, David Strathairn, Albert Finney, Julia Stiles and, above all, Matt Damon, the movie has real professionals, adding a level of seriousness and self-consciousness to all the performances. And, to the extent that this trilogy has a message, it is about the cost of violence, and the remorse and pain that Bourne feels — and Damon conveys this mostly silently, through facial expression — for the damage he has done. I’m gushing, but if you like action movies, this one is in a class of its own.