The Bourne Identity
by Mark Rivers
June 19, 2002
Jews Richard N. Gladstein and Andrew R. Tennenbaum produced "The Bourne Identity," which stars Matt Damon as Jason Bourne, an amnesiac CIA assassin who is also a martial arts expert, but only from certain camera angles, and only for about two seconds at a time.
Lovely Franka Potente is the conveniently-appearing love interest; one of those "I'll-show-up-just-when-you-need-me-to-get-you-out-of-a-jam-and-I-just- happen-to-be-a-beautiful-woman-and-we'll-fall-for-each-other-by-the-fourth-reel" love interests who graces the Hollywood screen every now and then.
"The Bourne Identity" also features an African "ex-dictator" who is shown shaking his fist at the screen and protesting about an attempt on his life. We never see or hear the African actually doing anything dictatorial; we only know that the CIA was out to kill him. It turns out that Agent Bourne was on a mission to shoot the negro, but when he saw the African sleeping peacefully on his yacht, surrounded by his wide-eyed, innocent chimpdren, he had a change of heart.
To keep the truth from coming out, the White CIA supervisor (Chris Cooper) hires several European assassins to find Bourne and kill him. Bourne manages to dodge bullets and keep his hair in place through several fight sequences and a pretty long car chase.
As action scenes go, I've seen worse, but I've also seen better. The movie has little else to offer, so consider "The Bourne Identity" a non-thinking shoot-em-up with a hint of negrophilia. Save it for a video rental or cable.
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