Plot hoops and oversimplifications galore. Bourne is apparently a crafty superspy: he can spot someone random on the street and knows their after him, get himself into bad situations because escape is just a karate chop away, etc.. We are told he's clever often, but instead of a script showing his smarts, he mainly uses his brawn, while his knowledge is just superhuman. What in the mother fucking bullshit is that?
A sequel that at least feels like a logical expansion of the original and it finally addresses that Jason Bourne actually was a killer before getting an amnesia. Karl Urban do a excellent Russian contract killer and it is very fast-paced, but I find it too frenetic in the action sequences as if it was made to people with an attention disorder. The plot wins no originality prizes either.
Greengrass steps up a gear in this manic Bourne sequel and the trademark testosterone-fuelled action takes centre stage. The plot is simple but still unrefined, Bourne makes Bond look like a deluded posh apprentice. Everything is a pretext to throw an explosive car chase or a deadly fight. A monkey on caffeine holds the camera for most of the action and the result is sheer mayhem.