What happens when “complicated” gives way to “convoluted.” It’s 10 years since super-amnesiac CIA super-agent Jason Bourne (Matt Damon) learned the awful truth that he volunteered to become a mindless government assassin, and now he is living off the grid, tortured by guilt and punching people for money. Only maybe he’s not as guilty as he thinks and what’s this about his dead dad and he still loves America and who’s that shooting at him and gosh, the head of the CIA (Tommy Lee Jones) is pretty much a monster, no matter what he says about wanting to keep this country safe. No wonder his pretty young protégé (Alicia Vikander) seems hesitant to execute his orders! Damon’s bulldog mug, Jones’s hound dog mug, and Vikander’s angelic visage occupy huge swaths of screen time and space; much of the rest of it is given over to people walking here and there: upstairs and down, through corridors, across plazas, you name it. Director Paul Greengrass tries to up the perambulatory drama with lots of cuts, swishes, jiggles, and wobbles from his camera and swellings from his soundtrack, but the energy just isn’t there. Trying to keep it real by staging a chase amid a Greek riot and giving a nod to Snowden’s exposure of government surveillance gets everyone involved a gold star for effort, and that’s all. (2016) — Matthew Lickona
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