The Reborn Identity
So, DC are releasing an antihero-themed wannabe-blockbuster and there's a new Bourne sequel with Matt Damon in the cinema too: cripes, it's like I'm back in August 2004 all over again. (I wonder if it's possible to leave myself a note not to bother going to see Transformers? Somehow I doubt it.) Perhaps this is a timely reminder that some things never really change.
I suppose the key thing this time around is that Jason Bourne is the first film about that character in nine years, Damon, director Paul Greengrass, and Bourne himself all having excused themselves from participating in Tony Gilroy's rather disappointing crack at a Bourne-free Bourne movie, 2012's The Bourne Legacy. As I always seem to be saying, it took me a while to warm up to this series, and my review of the original 2002 movie is virtually the textbook case of my getting it very wrong indeed, but the prospect of a new outing from this team was always going to be a very enticing one.
Many years have passed since Bourne's disappearance (the film appears to be set in 2015, but there is a degree of elastic movie time going on here – Bourne's birth year is given as 1978, which is somewhat flattering to the 45-year-old Matt Damon, but it also seems to suggest that Bourne was going around topping folk in his early twenties, which somehow feels rather implausible) and a new generation of iffy projects is being cultivated by the top brass at the CIA. Determined to stop this, the CIA computers are hacked by Bourne's old associate/handler Nicky (Julia Stiles) who downloads key files on his recruitment. The two of them hook up in riot-torn Athens, with the stolen files perhaps offering Bourne a way to reconnect with the world and find a reason for living beyond simply beating people up. But the CIA is determined to protect its secrets and mobilises its full array of resources against them...
Well, if you liked the previous Damon/Greengrass Bourne films, you're probably going to like this one, too. There is a sense in which it perhaps feels a bit formulaic in terms of the way the plot develops, but not to the point where it seriously impairs the film as a piece of serious entertainment. After the resounding phrrppp of the Jeremy Renner movie, it's actually quite reassuring and cosy to find a film which hits so many of the familiar series beats: beady-eyed CIA analysts poised over computers, 'Bring the Asset on-line,' internet cafes, Matt Damon stalking purposefully out of airports and railway stations, 'Eyes on target', some wistful cor anglais during the character beats, a spectacularly destructive final chase sequence, Bourne displaying the kind of ability to soak up punishment normally only associated with Captain Scarlet or possibly Popeye the Sailor, Extreme Ways playing over the closing credits and so on. It doesn't even matter that much that most of the characters are basically stock figures by this point – there is the grizzled CIA veteran (Tommy Lee Jones this time), the ambitious young operator (Alicia Vikander this time), and the fearsomely professional rival assassin whom Bourne is clearly going to have to engage in a deadly contest of skills at some point (Vincent Cassel this time).
I would happily turn up to any film featuring all these things, but the thing about the best Bourne films was that they always had a bit more about them than the average action thriller, and the question is whether the new film has any reason to exist other than to profitably rehash elements of a well-regarded film franchise. Well, the jury is still thinking about that one, I suspect, for the plot of the film feels ever so slightly slapped together: the first two thirds are primarily about Bourne's own past and his father's hitherto-unsuspected role in the creation of the Treadstone Project, which feels more or less natural and justified – but for the final act and the climax they segue into an essentially unconnected plotline about internet privacy and the CIA infiltrating social network providers. This is the kind of hot-button topic that Paul Greengrass is clearly strongly drawn to, but it is a bit of a wrench given what precedes it, to say nothing of the fact that this kind of malevolent ubiquitous cyber-surveillance was the underwhelming Maguffin at the heart of SPECTRE, too.
I mean, this is still a superbly accomplished thriller, and miles better than the Renner movie, even if the major set pieces aren't quite as stupendous as the ones in the previous films. The thing is that it doesn't feel like it has the heart and soul of those films – it's kind of searching for a reason to exist, which I suppose is Bourne's own quest, but even so. As I said, it all feels just a little bit like a remix of the Bourne series' greatest hits, something rather formulaic. Luckily, it's a brilliant formula, and the result is a very satisfying piece of entertainment. The problem is that it's inevitably going to draw comparisons with two of the best thrillers of the last 15 years, and it simply isn't quite up to the same standard. It says something about the older movies when the fact that this one is only a very good thriller qualifies as a disappointment.