The Bourne Supremacy and The Bourne Ultimatum (Paul Greengrass, 2004 / 2007)
If Identity was a clean, risk-free no brainer that delivered a satisfying thriller out of its very intriguing premise, Supremacy, under the hectic direction of Paul Greengrass, is riskier and more serious in many ways. Jason Bourne (Matt Damon) and Marie (Franka Potente), the protagonists of the franchise’s opening film, are in greater danger, and the twist (an exciting one) is that neither Bourne nor the American intelligence knows the full story due to a third element that disrupts the black-and-white confrontation between them. This third element, introduced very discreetly in the film, plays the role of an agent of chaos, arranging the facts so that there’s misinformation on both sides.
But while its shapeless form helps bringing the film many extra thrills that Identity couldn’t deliver, the film’s plot makes the double investigation so full of holes and so poorly understandable the action narrows down to a man who has to clean his name… for some reason. The shaky cam, which leads to an entirely different visual style for this Second Bourne, is more disorienting than visceral, and that makes the action much less satisfying. Still, the essence of what made the first Bourne a pleasing experience is still here: very well constructed characters, and a unique notion of the moral conundrums that spies and assassins must deal with when humanity gets in the way.
In Ultimatum, the story develops much more clearly, which helps the trilogy close in a satisfying note. Ultimatum is largely considered the franchise’s finest installment, and for good reasons: the action scenes are much more intense, there are more characters than ever, and some of the great scenes do have some continuity and spatial clarity. Still, there are some significant flaws in Ultimatum that I was able to see just as clearly, and if this sequel’s good moments are better, its bad moments are much worse.
The premise is an ugly repetition: once again there’s a third element, once again it has roots within the CIA, and once again Bourne goes on a quest to find out who he is and who’s after him – the film even recycles Bourne’s uses of subway trains, crowded areas and household items to distract his enemies and create obstacles. The antagonists, who were very defined in Identity and partially obscure but omnipresent in Supremacy, are never convincing in Ultimatum, because very little of the dialogue rings true and whenever it does or doesn’t it’s filled with action movie clichés. Most importantly, the camerawork, which was already cranky in Supremacy, is even less coherent; the camera shakes, zooms, whips, tilts and does whatever it can to avoid any sense of inertia. Greengrass doesn’t even spare establishing shots, dialogue scenes and POV shots of people looking at documents.
Critics and scholars like David Bordwell and Jim Emerson have defended that Ultimatum pumps up the shaky cam style to the point of self-parody, that it calls too much attention to itself and that it obscures flaws in the film, from bad acting to plot holes. I believe that to be true: it worked in films like Captain Philips (also by Greengrass) and The Hurt Locker, but the sense of immediacy and lack of balance was more fitting to their stories (Philips takes place in a boat in the middle of the ocean, and Hurt Locker often deals with snipers and phone-activated bombs).
Blade Runner: The Theatrical Version (Ridley Scott, 1982)
Blade Runner, the classic science fiction tour de force that was widely underrated back in 1982, had its final and most magnificent polish in Ridley Scott’s Final Cut, thus becoming one of the great masterpieces of science fiction. Seeing its version as when it was first released, one can understand why it could’ve been so misjudged: the voice-over is basically all expository, telling in poorly executed narration what was already told with images; the ending is less satisfying and more sentimental; and this version overall lessens the power of the film’s psychedelic, neo-noirish vision of the future, and makes the story feel thinner than what it is. The fantastic thing about watching this imperfect version is that the film, as faulty as it is, is still one of the most fascinating movies ever made. The visuals are beautiful, the message is rich, the characters are unforgettable and the final monologue is still more human than anything else done by anyone else.
The Killings /Ubiytsy, There Will Be No Leave Today / Segodnya uvolneniya ne budet, and The Steamroller and The Violin / Katok i skripka (Andrei Tarkovsky, 1956, 1959 and 1961)
These three short films, although simple, are very significant for being the first films directed by Andrei Tarkovsky during his studies at the Gerasimov Institute of Cinematography. While these films lack the entrancing nature of Tarkovsky’s films, the long takes and the spiritual themes, they’re an interesting example of a great director who grew out of experimenting with film techniques and genres.
The Killers, co-directed by Aleksandr Gordon and Marika Beiku (two of Tarkovsky’s classmates at the Institute) is a tension-less crime drama about two young bandits who wait for a target at a local bar. It’s mostly made of static shots and by-the-numbers dialogue, but it manages to look very clean and explore its spaces with precision, generating various compositions in a single set.. There Will Be No Leave Today, also co-directed by Gordon, is a Soviet propaganda film about a group of soldiers trying to dispose unexploded bombs. Its story is even sparser that The Killer’s, but it succeeds it creating tension over the fact that they’re work is incredibly delicate. And finally, The Steamroller and Violin, Tarkovsky’s first color film, tells the story of a 7 year-old music student and a steamroller operator who become friends for a day. The film, Tarkovsky’s graduation project, is his most successful early effort, creating a sweet but unsentimental friendship between art and labor that embodies a vision of a new USSR.
Mother / Madeo (Bong Joon-ho, 2009)
It’s strange that while no Bong Joon-ho film makes my list of greats, Bong himself has gradually become one of my favorite directors, contemporary and overall. His films have a consistent and incredibly appealing cinematic power, and each of them is a work of art where everything works beautifully. No one makes blockbusters like he does them: equally clever and thrilling, hilarious and deeply moving. Besides, he fittingly blends elements that have often been left out of modern action films: the disorganization of urban life, the emergence of new problems to be solved, the blend between the city and the country. Unafraid to use long takes, ambiguous protagonists, dark humor and gorgeous landscapes, Bong has deeply cared about the parallels between his films and contemporary society.
Mother, a wrong man murder mystery and a one-woman show elevated by Kim Hye-ja, is another refreshing blockbuster in his filmography. It tells the story of a mother and her unconditioned loved for her son, who’s been accused of murdering a local student. Unlike most murder mysteries, often more linear than otherwise, the film boasts as much clues as red herrings, and the mother’s steps lead to progress and regress, and an ultimate discovery that enlightens the fact that the murder is never the main point of the story. Set in a small South Korean town, it feels like a parallel to Bong’s Memories of Murder, and it’s just as good.
Intolerance (D.W. Griffith, 1916)
Far above the also revolutionary The Birth of a Nation, D.W. Griffith’s Intolerance is a glorious piece of filmmaking, if only for how influential it is. Like many of the silent era’s greatest films, it creates an opulent and bold visual work out of very simple stories, faulty but appealing, probably because of their unashamed naiveté. Griffith, in an equally unashamed attempt to make up for the despicable racism of Birth, creates a film colossus with monumental images that can hardly be measured. Famously supported by the allegations that Griffith shot it without a script, the film interweaves four stories of intolerance, or love’s struggle throughout the ages, three of them concerning religious intolerance, another group of three concerning the obsession with decency, and another group of three concerning romantic love itself.
There’s nothing really transcendent about these stories; it’s in the way Griffith sets them up, gives it monumental production values and interweaves them in a pre-Potemkin montage tour de force (which starts badly and evolves into sheer greatness) that it becomes magical and unparalleled. One personal comment: I watched most of it in silence, since some one its most accessible versions comes with a cringe-worthy, distracting soundtrack performed by the National Orchestra of Île-de-France, which I had to remove for my own good. Don’t watch Intolerance with this soundtrack, it will do no good to the film.
And this week’s choice for Shot of the Week? A no-brainer: