Bourne: A Hero For Our Times

 

I want to tell you about my man Bourne.  I’m really proud of the guy.  Last week he successfully completed his trilogy, which is a lot like graduation for these film serial types.  Even though his three films have the unique titles of Identity, Supremacy, and Ultimatum, in every film he learns a bit about more about his identity, proves his supremacy, and delivers the same ultimatum of don’t fuck with me or else.  So the titles are interchangeable.  Actually, now that I think about it his identity lies in judo chopping and roundhouse kicking as does his supremacy at judo chopping and roundhouse kicking and he usually delivers his ultimatums with a judo chop or a roundhouse kick employing his supremacy as the credibility for the ultimatum.  Fuck, I love these movies.  They’re like crunchy peanut butter, some parts are nuts, some parts butter, but the butter comes from the nuts and if you just wanted the butter you’d buy that plain shit and if you just wanted nuts you’d go maul that Mr. Planters guy until all that was left was a monacle.  Fuck, I love crunchy peanut butter while watching a Bourne flick.

 

The reason I love these films, besides their organic quality mentioned above, is that I really feel this Bourne guy is a hero for our times.  He’s an ass-kicker, no doubt about it, but he’s got a heart.  More importantly he takes responsibility for his actions.  In the world of today we get too many wankers blaming their parents for their weaknesses, or blaming corporations or politicians but doing nothing to make the world a better place themselves.  Bourne actually takes time out of entertaining action sequences to do stuff like apologize, sympathize, and enlighten.  But he never does it with a whole lot of self-righteous bullshit monologuing.  He knows he’s played a main role in some bad shit and he’s humbly ready to own up to it.  He makes house calls, and he even apologizes to you in your native tongue and supplies the subtitles in a classic white Arial font for those of us watching at home.  And since he’s a rogue agent none of this is at any expense to the taxpayer.

 

My favourite example of Bourne’s moral supremacy is in Bourne 2: The Supremacy.  After a raging car chase through Moscow and a showdown with the KGB assassin who killed his love, Lola, Bourne limps away from a pile up of cars and apologizes to a young Russian lady for killing her parents and making it look like her dad went all Chris Benoit.  I can’t believe Bourne can even deliver a simple but effective and bilingual (English and Russian) apology after all that judo chopping and manic car chasing.  I would’ve been totally disoriented and probably would’ve mumbled something in Spanish then puked on her and passed out.  But that’s why Bourne’s the man.

 

There’s also a good one in Bourne 1: The Identity where after fatally wounding an assassin, played by Mr. Clive Owen, Bourne goes out and comforts him during his dying moment even though Clive just tried to kill him.  I don’t know if the Vatican even bothers screening these films or if they’re too busy nitpicking Harry Potter for satanic content, but let me tell you: this is how you sell Christian values, guys!  Put in a nice sniper rifle showdown with the guy who should’ve played James Bond and forgiveness just sells itself.  No mass.  No fuss.

 

Now that I think of it, these movies actually employ a lot of Christian content.  Especially in part three when we see Bourne get baptized into the CIA by two big men dunking him under water and then his new boss christens him with his codename.  Maybe the church wouldn’t like these movies after all.  But in a way that makes Bourne more like Jesus in that he’s a rebel within the system and even though he’s just one man the powers that be can’t stand the humiliation of Bourne just being alive and delivering his message of accountability.  Things turn out better for Bourne than Jesus, mind you.  But not by much.

 

Bourne’s main quest in all three films is to figure out his identity.  But this is an identity crisis like you’ve never seen.  Most people just try out a bunch of outfits and maybe take that Briggs-Meyers test to figure out who they are.  Not Bourne.  He has to judo-chop and roundhouse kick his way through his own psyche and across the world.  If Bourne ever goes into therapy to sort his problems out I would recommend that he get Jet Li as his psychiatrist.  He’s disillusioned and guilt-ridden, but unlike Woody Allen he doesn’t have all day to mutter it out because some assassin keeps showing up hungry for a beating and only a nice warm bowl of supremacy will satisfy them.

 

On a side note, the CIA in these films refers to their assassins as “assets”.  I think the implication being that they balance out “liabilities” like Bourne.  As a professional finance type I find this really funny.  But the rest of you probably don’t.

 

There’s a really good part in the first film where Bourne is sitting in a disillusioned posture on a bench in Switzerland probably wording his ultimatum in his head when two cops come up and ask him for his ID.  Bourne responds by judo chopping and roundhouse kicking them.  Since this is early in the first film you figure he’s just trying to get into the mindset to speak German by being cruel and violent, but then as the film goes on you realize that this is how he acts all the time.  His judo chops pierce the linguistic barrier.

 

Aside from Matt Damon’s great acting during the Christian scenes, my other favourite part of Bourne’s movies is where something really small and seemingly insignificant twigs Bourne off that he’s in danger.  Little stuff like two pepper shakers but no salt at his table and he’ll blow up the entire restaurant and burn off his own fingerprints just to be sure he’s safe. 

 

I don’t think I could discuss this series without mentioning the great supporting cast.  We’ve got some great small performances from actors who’ve starred in their own films.  The likes of Mr. Clive Owen, David Strathairn, and Paddy Considine all appear.  But once again hats off to Joan Allen for actually playing a role with age appropriateness.  I’m guessing Joan Allen has some sort of fake ID to keep getting these kinds of roles because I don’t see any other way.  When I saw Face/Off I couldn’t believe they actually cast an actress the same age as John Travolta to play his wife, but after these Bourne films I’m convinced that wasn’t just a fluke.  Normally the role of a top brass seasoned CIA director would go to Hillary Duff, but Joan Allen manages to swing this role in another defiance of the system.  Jolly good show, Joan.  Keeping shaking things up.

 

And I guess we can’t avoid mentioning Julia Stiles.  I think even Julia Stiles’s parents must be amazed that she’s managed to be in this many worthwhile films.  When I saw the first film I just remember every time I saw her on screen thinking “You’re not famous anymore, you never really were.  What are you doing here? Where’s your building pass? Security!”  But by the end of the third instalment they had really endeared her character to the audience.  I’m not saying I want more Julia Stiles as far as cinema in general is concerned.  But I’ve come to see her purpose in these films and her presence doesn’t bug me anymore.  I guess she’s kinda like Michael Keaton in Jackie Brown.  I don’t really like Michael Keaton typically, and Julia Stiles’s parents agree, but we understand how sometimes you just need a recognizable face to give a small but important role some weight.

 

And of course you’ve got Lola as Mrs. Bourne.  I think Lola has a really great lightly tanned skin tone and natural warmth to her smile that I find really appealing.  The fact that she’s willing to trust a guy who claims to remember nothing about himself and is constantly getting attacked makes me wonder why she hadn’t been able to make any of her previous relationships work, but an individual’s ability to compromise is a mysterious thing.

 

Alright, you guys are still reading?  Okay, here’s where I make a little confession (see, more Christian themes).  I wasn’t that super sold on the first Bourne film.  I thought it was good but had a major problem with a lot of the action.  The part at the end where Bourne surfs a fat man’s corpse down a stairwell was pretty goofy, but the main problem is the fight scene in the middle.

 

In the worst scene in the series Bounre goes to his flat to pick some stuff.  One of the CIA’s assassins chose not to just hang out and wait for Bourne in his home because I guess he saw Pulp Fiction and didn’t want to risk dying on the can like John Travolta did.  But this assassin guy was obviously in the area because he gets there pretty fast.  Maybe he was staking out Bourne’s regular video rental spot.

 

The assassin then chooses the approach of entering the apartment by Tarzan-style swinging in through a window in a harness.  The window is opaque so the assassin cannot be sure what’s on the other side, but will it will definitely be covered in broken glass.  Good thinking so far.  He’s got an uzi but he actually empties his clip while swinging through the window and landing on his ass in broken glass.  He then gets up and pulls out his backup weapon, a pennyknife.  Bourne beats him to the ground but he gets up.  He then keeps walking straight at Bourne even though Bourne keeps knocking him down using the same attack combo.  This happens several times.  Then after realizing he’s the worst assassin in the world tries to kill himself by whipping himself out another window (presumably the exit window).  The only thing that would’ve been stupider is if he’d committed sepicu with the pennyknife.

 

In a Jean-Claude Van Damme film this would’ve been my favourite scene, but when you put it in with all these scenes of good acting and an original story it just feels like an incongruous shame.  The other action sequence in the first one is a thrilling car chase through Paris.  But c’mon, I think most modern film editing programs actually have buttons that allow filmmakers to quickly add transition effects such as cuts, dissolves, wipes, split screen, and thrilling car chases through Paris.  I know when I have a thrilling car chase through Paris for lunch I’ll be hungry again before dinner.  I’m sure McDonald’s even throws in little thrilling car chases through Paris with their Happy Meals now and the kids probably feel disappointed and throw them away.  Everybody’s got a thrilling car chase through Paris.  Borat’s neighbour who couldn’t afford a clock radio even has a thrilling car chase through Paris.  So no points for serving up Ronin’s scraps.  But I liked the sniper stuff with Mr. Clive Owen.

 

The director of the first one left the series to further ensucken the genre of hitman comedy with some Angelina Jolie/Brad Pitt venture.  Paul Greengrass took over as director and the sequels balanced out the quality of the action with the brilliant acting.  And even though scientists thought it was impossible, they actually had fight scenes that weren’t choreographed by Yuen-Wo Ping.  Bourne also defies modern filmmaking convention by actually having sequels that are individually crafted films.  Not one good idea for one movie padded out and then chopped in two.  I’m talking about actual movies that are satisfying on their own and have plot structure.

 

These films are pretty extraordinary and I really feel Bourne is a Christian hero for our times.  I respect the supremacy of his identity and will accept his ultimatum and you should, too.  I think if Bourne can apologize for shit he barely even remembers, then we can all be little more accountable.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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