Don't get me wrong, I don't think it's A Great Film; but it was fairly gripping and Matt Damon was giving another of those concentrated, Bourne-style performances which are all coiled tension and sweet, cold reasonableness.
The cinematography is -- with the exception of the over-enthusiastic use of wobbly Steadicam (er... sic) -- superb, and the recreation of Baghdad is excellent.
It's just that... while it taxis to the end of the runway, and you feel the jets being throttled up into life, somehow this film never quite achieves take-off. Maybe it's because all the characters are so lacking in depth: they are just ciphers representing a type. Which is a pity.
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