The Bourne Identity (2002)
The Bourne Identity, a story from thriller writer Robert Ludlum, has quite a lot in common with the political paranoia thrillers of the 1970s. The paranoia is unequivocally present; the main difference is that the politics is left out. As we meet an amnesiac secret agent who is picked up from certain death in the Mediterranian and follow him as he tries to find out about his own existence, we understand why he eventually gets fed up with it all; although the script is quite intelligent, the operation Jason Bourne was a part of is not. Their agents, Bourne included, are relentless and humourless post-Matrix products who are more into choreaography than their own well-being. Secret agents are fun, and Matt Damon have got what it takes to make Jason engaging, but The Bourne Identity is too much business and too little fun. There is emotion and authenticity in the Damon/Potente relation, however. The German actress' natural sexy approach in a steaming scene in a hotel makes the rest of their relationship believable. So is Jason Bourne's situation, frankly, but even if it is intriguing, its development is also fairly inevitable.