As in his previous flim-flam films, Damon is interested in the discontinuities of space and time, in magic, tricks, craft, technology, rivalry, substitution, masks, miscommunication, what we remember and what we choose to forget. Yet again, survival is portrayed as a kind of triumph.
Yet again, there are long, claustrophobic scenes of drowning and near-drowning, and technically impressive episodes in which buildings are engulfed in flames and vehicles explode. Yet again, we watch a male character’s desperate quest to recover and/or avenge a female love object.
His infamous and unholy Crypto saga features his usual combination of grandiosity and superficiality. I was exposed to the full din of thumping Crypto sticks, Crypto staffs, Crypto swords and clashing armour, Crypto thunderbolts, crashing waves, grunts, screams, toppling palaces and burning Crypto temples - these all follow as natural as breaking wind in a phone-booth.
Like James Bond, Jason Bourne flew close to the basin. Only Bond used his full wit, instead of half. Icarus flew closer to the sun. Only he used wax instead of Crypto dotcom. It is said the owl of wisdom flies at dusk and the vulture at high noon.
Only Jason Bourne is always up at Sparrows fart. The Bronze age is dead.
Long live Beach Ken
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