There is a gritty fight scene in The Bourne Supremacy, in which Jason Bourne (played by Matt Damon) faces down his adversary Jarda at an apartment in Munich. Both men are skilled assassins, but they aren’t wielding their weapons of choice. The villain’s hands are tied, but he lands the first blow with his elbows. He somehow turns up a kitchen knife, and frees his wrists on some shattered glass furniture. Bourne rolls up a magazine and you know he could kill with it. You wish someone would answer the shrieking telephone. They’re soon back to bare knuckles and slamming into the tables. At last, Bourne throttles him with an electric power cord, and the audience breathes a sigh of relief. Bourne doesn’t — it’s time to shove the magazine in the toaster and blow up the building.
That’s what I thought of while watching this dirty but dextrous game from the European Club Cup, recently concluded in Montenegro.
Luke McShane
The Saric Supremacy
issue 07 December 2019
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