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I just recently saw The Bourne Ultimatum. I was on a date. My date cared about the series, I did not. So I hadn't see the second one and didn't really care to see this one, but apparently I was in the minority since there was an hour long line. It was like waiting for Harry Potter outside that theater.
Since I hadn't seen the second one, I was sorely disappointed to find out that Franka Potente was nowhere to be found (I could have dealt with a zombie Franka Potente. Take the series in a whole new direction). She's been replaced as love interest by Julia Stiles, who I thought was dead, too, because she hasn't made a movie of any note since Save the Last Dance, unless you count the movie version of David Mamet's Edmond, which I don't because she was only in it for like ten minutes and then he kills her (Julia Stiles, by the way, got her start on the kid's mystery show Ghostwriter, a clip of which you can see here). Anyway, she's supposed to be a CIA agent, but she's sort of the worst CIA agent in the world.
I didn't care for the movie, myself. I thought that the director's sort of documentary style camerawork was great, until there was a fight scene and then it meant that you couldn't see when someone did a super awesome martial arts move, and it actually made me a little seasick, which has never happened to me during a movie (not even during the Blair Witch Project).
The thing that I noticed about Bourne Ultimatum is that everyone is constantly adjusting their coat. Give it a watch, if you haven't already, and count how many times a secret agent or a killing machine throws on his coat in a totally Fonzie-like way. I saw at least five.
Maybe that's why Stiles doesn't know to leave the cafe even though the people who'd like to see her dead know she's there. Half of CIA training must be coat coolness operations.
Also saw trailers for, not one, not two, but three missing children movies. One of which stars the infinitely hotter than his brother Casey Affleck. Grrrrrrowl.
Since I hadn't seen the second one, I was sorely disappointed to find out that Franka Potente was nowhere to be found (I could have dealt with a zombie Franka Potente. Take the series in a whole new direction). She's been replaced as love interest by Julia Stiles, who I thought was dead, too, because she hasn't made a movie of any note since Save the Last Dance, unless you count the movie version of David Mamet's Edmond, which I don't because she was only in it for like ten minutes and then he kills her (Julia Stiles, by the way, got her start on the kid's mystery show Ghostwriter, a clip of which you can see here). Anyway, she's supposed to be a CIA agent, but she's sort of the worst CIA agent in the world.
I didn't care for the movie, myself. I thought that the director's sort of documentary style camerawork was great, until there was a fight scene and then it meant that you couldn't see when someone did a super awesome martial arts move, and it actually made me a little seasick, which has never happened to me during a movie (not even during the Blair Witch Project).
The thing that I noticed about Bourne Ultimatum is that everyone is constantly adjusting their coat. Give it a watch, if you haven't already, and count how many times a secret agent or a killing machine throws on his coat in a totally Fonzie-like way. I saw at least five.
Maybe that's why Stiles doesn't know to leave the cafe even though the people who'd like to see her dead know she's there. Half of CIA training must be coat coolness operations.
Also saw trailers for, not one, not two, but three missing children movies. One of which stars the infinitely hotter than his brother Casey Affleck. Grrrrrrowl.
