Everyone loves a good action film. This is not one of them.
The initial Bourne trilogy was no cinematic masterpiece by any stretch of the imagination, but at least it had some sort of structure. The same cannot be said for its successor.
Not only is this film a complete anti-climax, it completely lacks direction. Now, don’t get me wrong, the explosions and pyrotechnics are certainly exhilarating, but without a story line to accompany them, they just seem, well, futile.
But surely Matt Damon can make this film at least somewhat bearable? No, no he can’t.
Not even Damon could save this film. And if you were depending on his charming personality and weirdly attractive looks to get you through the film, then prepare to be devastated; he looks about as old and haggard as your Grandad – sorry ladies.
And just when you thought this film couldn’t get any worse, you realise that its running time is on par with Die Hard, meaning that you’ve just wasted two hours of your life that you’ll never get back.