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The Bourne Supremacy
(2004)
Dir. Paul Greengrass
I don’t smoke much dope. My nervous disposition doesn’t really need a hand up. Nevertheless, I was really high when I went to see Matt Damon get sweaty in this movie. It was terrible, not the movie, but that I was so high. When I’m high I just wish there was a giant Mom to carry me around and hum Beatles songs. But this time I was slipping around the vinyl seats in my friend’s Honda Element and super confused. First we had to go to an ATM, then we almost ran out of gas, then we had to go to McDonalds, I couldn’t really figure out how to get his iPod to play (try the volume, dickhead,) and the entire time I had to give directions. We made it just in time to sit in the very front row of a movie shot entirely with handheld cameras. By the time the director’s name came on screen I wasn’t so dizzy that I could barely read: Paul GREENGRASS. “Motherfucking devil weed. Stop torturing me!”
The first Bourne movie was a great surprise. A summer blockbuster made with intelligence and great acting. The romance between Damon and Franka Potente felt real. These scenes balanced well with the murdering and car chasing, a perfect date movie, I suppose. I genuinely fell in love with Potente’s Marie. I couldn’t wait to see her again in the new film. But when she was finally onscreen she was sporting this giant, stupid and ugly tattoo on her arm. Did she have that in the first film? Was it the marijuana again? I was heart broken. I couldn’t think of anything else. Then a car chase began and I fell asleep.
Upon waking up a few minutes later I realized that I didn’t know what the fuck was going on. Who are all of these people on this giant screen and why do they seem so concerned about everything. I was experiencing exactly what Jason Bourne was going through in the movie. I was the Bourne Watcher; all memory of the plot was erased, but my instincts were taking over. I just knew where all applicable armrests were and I was eating popcorn, handful after handful, like I’d been born to do it. Before long I was rooting for the good guys, cheering the explosions and anticipating the token spy-film plot twisting traitors. I warned you, Marijuana, you should have left me alone. I won’t stop now, as long as you are in my blood I’ll watch. I'll watch TV, movies, blinking lights, the wall, anything… I’ll be watching.
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