I’m not trying to insult your intelligence, but for those of you who are a bit shaky on the definition of lethargy, it means dull, listless, unenergetic, sluggish. This is the word that best describes the new Bourne movie, at least when compared to the previous trilogy, and that’s because the operative whose storyline we are following is a hollow, irrelevant version of master super assassin Jason Bourne. In fact, before writing this review, I had to use Google to look up the guy’s name.
I tried to go into the movie with an open mind, because I really did want to love it, but can someone please explain to me why a movie about Aaron Cross, a forty-five year old Gerard Butler lookalike, is called The Bourne Legacy? I’ll tell you why: he’s riding Bourne’s coattails. He doesn’t have the mojo to create his own identity and if you want to know the truth, Aaron Cross is about three rungs below Ben Stein on the charisma ladder.
The only thing Cross seems truly adept at is climbing mountains and running across rooftops. Remember how much ass Jason Bourne kicked? The only people Cross actually beats up are three security guards in Manilla. That’s it. Security guards. Probably on loan from the jewelry store down the block.
And remember how Jason Bourne was always three steps ahead of everyone? Yeah, Aaron’s girlfriend has to warn him when things are about to happen and she’s the one who kills the badass agent they send to kill Cross, not him.
I’m just saying, if you were going to make a sequel to the Michael Jordan legacy, you’d at least use Kobe Bryant or Lebron James as the main character to that sequel. Make it close. You wouldn’t use Mario Chalmers. Aaron Cross is Mario Chalmers, a middle of the pack assassin. One of those assassins who is sent to kill Jason Bourne and gets his ass kicked with a magazine and a towel. In fact, he’s a rattail away from being Steven Sagal.
As a movie that stands by itself, it had its moments. But as a sequel to one of the best trilogies in recent years…seriously? What a colossal disappointment. As a bartender and a movie reviewer, it’s about as worthy as a shot of well tequila.
Cheers, until next time.