Despite the cost of living, it remains very popular. Especially with Jason Bourne (Matt Damon) who remains relentless in his pursuit to, well, live, even as vicious men are out to kill him. And that is just as well, for there cannot be an eponymous movie minus the character it is named after.
Jason Bourne is still the guy who can do anything. Except cure the zit on his temple. So, when his reclusive hermit existence in Goa gets discovered, he lets his zit grow out and heads for the nearest exit. His companion, Marie (Franka Potente) doesn't make it through. Because Bourne has to travel all across Europe again, and, well, if you ask Air India, anything weighing over 40 kilos is excess baggage.
When the cool-spy Jason Bourne uses his 'own' passport at Naples airport, you wonder if he is trying to get some exercise pushing his luck. But, of course, you know all along that it has to be an itsy-bitsy part of an entire scheme of things.
And it is. Bourne is trying to find out why he is still being hunted by non-agency honchos. He is trying to learn why the CIA still wants him dead. And he is trying to discover why Julia Stiles is playing a seemingly trivial bit part again. No, wait. That's us.
Pamela Landy is the Deputy Director of CIA who is determined to capture Bourne. She believes he killed two of her men in Berlin, and swindled 20 million dollars of agency moolah. Her investigation is hindered by fellow CIA agent who, to put it simply, has his own ass in the sling.
Bourne is now onto them. He is keenly following their every move. They don't move much though, so he sets out to jog his memory.
The whole brouhaha is about a Russian diplomat believed to have been killed by his wife in a hotel room in Moscow. So, to Moscow we must travel. And to Moscow, we do.
Bourne Supremacy moves at a hectic, almost break-neck pace. You don't have time to realise that umm… time is elapsing. And that's mostly a good thing. There aren't too many dialogues, and there aren't a lot many punches being thrown around. But there is this sense of whats-gonna-happen that drives the movie along.
It isn't something you will rave about for too long, but you won't be complaining that your day at the movies was a total waste of make-up, either.