Film

The Bourne Ultimatum

Name: The Bourne Ultimatum
Genre: Action, Drama, Mystery, Thriller
Released: 2007
Cast: Matt Damon, Julia Stiles, David Strathairn, Scott Glenn, Paddy Considine

The third and best entry in the trilogy turns Jason Bourne's amnesia into pure momentum — a man sprinting through Waterloo Station, Tangier rooftops and Manhattan traffic trying to outrun an agency that made him. Shaky-cam, whip-pan, no gadgets, no quips, just dread and concrete. For anyone who wants their spy thrillers stripped down to breath and pavement.

TMDb rating

7.4

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