I really enjoyed this. The film boiled everything down to just the raw confusion of “information” and “assets” moving through time and space. But there was shockingly little time, and space was flattened to an incomprehensible, single plane. There was one moment where Bourne appears in New York seemingly five minutes after leaving Algeria where I got irritated and thought “gosh, did they screw something up in continuity?” and then decided that no, impossible movements are the stuff of this film. Just like the logistics of the violence and chases, so difficult to follow yet more affecting than the hyper-violence of films from the nineties. I decided that this wasn’t just insane handheld camerawork (again I got irritated at one point where the camera work was so shaky I felt sick and thought for a moment that this was just sloppy) and ridiculously hyper editing such as are in fashion these days. Instead, it seems something more interesting is going on, and I think a lot of reviewers have picked up on it, even if it isn’t really so innovative as some seem to say. Perhaps just more noteworthy in a summer blockbuster where nobody was expecting much. In the chases there was very little sense of paths followed, no real pursuers or pursued, just a mayhem of preternatural acuity and movement propelling each individual toward annihilation. There’s really no plot here, instead the film transmits a fairly direct message about the desecration of individual humanity.