THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM

Grade: B-

At last we know why the CIA has been unable to find Osama Bin Ladin for the past six years. The agency has been employing all its time and assets trying to track down Jason Bourne. Why? Well, as this third and supposedly final installment in the series informs us, because if Bourne gets back his memory he can blow the whistle on…well, without getting too specific, some nefarious goings-on at a high, high level of government, doings that are meant to protect the country but are antithetical to the very principles on which it was founded! (Sound familiar?)

“The Bourne Ultimatum” takes up where “The Bourne Supremacy” left off, with our hero, once again played by Matt Damon, escaping from Moscow to hop across Europe—from Italy to France to England and Spain—before crossing the Mediterranean to Morocco in search of the person who can tell him who he was and how he was transformed into the killing machine he now is. At each stage of the journey he engages in some breathless action—chases, fights or (most often) both. The most extravagant of these occur in London’s Waterloo Station, where Bourne tries to lead an investigative reporter (Paddy Constantine) to safety as they’re pursued by a small army of CIA agents, and the streets of Tangier, where he feverishly attempts to rescue helpmate Nicky Parsons (Julia Stiles), the CIA secretary whom he’d previously met and now encounters again in Madrid, from an assassin named Desh (Joey Ansah). From Africa Bourne proceeds to New York City for final encounters with those who are trying to take him down—notably stern CIA station chief Noah Vosen (David Strathairn) and Pam Landy (Joan Allen), who’s been sent by Director Ezra Kramer (Scott Glenn) to observe the operation—that involve more chases and close shaves—though they also bring him answers about his identity.

Even more than “The Bourne Supremacy,” this movie is almost a non-stop roller-coaster ride (there are a few pauses, one at about the seventy-minute mark), sort of like a feature-length Road Runner cartoon without the laughs. (The CIA comes off very badly here, its repeated efforts to kill or capture a single target, conducted with ridiculously state-of-the-art technology and an army of hit-men on immediate call, invariably falling flat. The gangly, dyspeptic Strathairn even resembles Wile E. Coyote without the fur.) And in the final analysis the picture doesn’t tell us an awful lot that we didn’t already know, or at least strongly suspect, about Jason’s past. (One revelation, which you can catch if you look closely enough in the scene where the sole remnant of Bourne’s former life is glimpsed, certainly helps to explain the profound feeling of guilt he feels over his actions as an undercover agent. Turns out he’s a Catholic.) And though the ending is satisfying enough, it owes an awful lot to “Three Days of the Condor.”

But although the picture doesn’t really do much except run and jump and punch and explode, it does all those things extremely well, and is viscerally very exciting. Most of the credit has to go to director Peter Greengrass, who once again shows himself a master at choreographing action and generating tension. The opening Moscow sequence is strong, and another at the Madrid CIA office is excellent, but they pale beside that Waterloo Station scene, a tremendous street-and-rooftop pursuit in Tangier (capped with a hand-to-hand combat scene that’s really down and dirty), and a spectacular car chase in New York City. As with “Supremacy,” the jittery visual style (with cinematography by Oliver Wood that often either is or mimics hand-held, and crisp editing by Christopher Rouse) can be distracting, but it’s typically Greengrass.

And Damon once again—stiff though he may be—makes the title character a figure you can actually sympathize with, and sometimes even believe in, despite his almost supernatural powers of precognition, planning and execution. Strathairn and Glenn are appropriately sinister foes, and Albert Finney adds a touch of class as the man with the answers in the final reel. The women, on the other hand, are, if you’ll excuse the expression, rather weak sisters. Stiles quickly becomes little more than a damsel in distress, and Allen comes across as too soft-grained. (It would have been an interesting choice had she and Strathairn exchanged roles, making the woman hard-edged and the man the idealistic weakling.)

In the final analysis “The Bourne Ultimatum” doesn’t really amount to much more than a hokey tale of an amnesiac struggling to find out who he actually is. But though it’s just sound and fury signifying little, it’s done up with such cinematic flair that in the storm of action and noise you nearly forget how negligible the whole enterprise is.