This morning, he came down with an acute case of time-zone flu. A regrettable side-effect is that his rating has slipped. He is now hotter than Jason Bourne in a wet t-shirt - but it's a close thing

Turns out Julia Child, the sweetest old lady I never actually met, was a freaking spy for the U.S. during World War II! That's right, the lady that had the cooking show on PBS that used to come on after all of my favorite shows. Now when I screamed this exciting piece of news to my mother at the top of my lungs, she looked at me and said, "You knew that already! We learned that at the..." And then she launched into recounting our visit to the Julia Child exhibit at the Smithsonian American History museum a million years ago. Yes, we went to that. But I didn't remember, so I'm still fired up.

According to the AP, there were 24,000 spies that made up the Office of Strategic Services--an early version of the CIA. And Julia wasn't the only well known person on the list. Supreme Court Justice Arthur Goldberg, Chicago White Sox catcher Moe Berg, Teddy Roosevelt's sons, the drummer for The Police's dad (fact). There are others. And the records are being released today.

They were soldiers, actors, historians, lawyers, athletes, professors, reporters. But for several years during World War II, they were known simply as the OSS. They studied military plans, created propaganda, infiltrated enemy ranks and stirred resistance among foreign troops.

Heaven's to Betsy! I don't know if I should picture Julia as Bond infiltrating enemy ranks, or more like a Bond Girl baking poison pies for the Nazis. Haha. "Child, Julia Child. Shaken, not stirred, dear. That's right. Now you add just a pinch of ginger and dress it with some freshly peeled lemon rind. Oh delicious!" If you've never heard her voice, I recommend YouTubing her right now. It sounds like Robin Williams doing Mrs. Doubtfire. Anyway, I bet she was more like a Jason Bourne. Rawr.

Whatever her role was, I'm extremely impressed. She did a lot with her life. And maybe all her spy training explains why she was so good with knives in the kitchen. Oh man, if J.C. was still alive, there would be no need for that Rachel Ray chick. Girl, she could have kicked your ass--in and out of the kitchen. And, if anyone important is reading this, I'd love to be a spy. Hint. Hint.

I bet she could have used this as a weapon to take down an entire brigade of Nazis:

[Posted by Kathleen]

The good-awesome, awesome, awesome action sequences.  Incredible stuff.  Damon is as intense as ever.  The locations are still gorgeous and realistic.  While there are obviously special effects, none of it seemed so outlandish that it couldn't happen in real life.  Sure, Bourne must have nine lives, but it's not like someone couldn't survive all the car crashes and such.  Not likely, but also not impossible. 

The bad-I had a headache when I saw it with my wife, and the shaky-cam shooting style got a little nauseating.  Literally.  But, that's my fault, not the movie's.  We finally get some answers about Jason Bourne, and they can't help but be a bit anti-climatic.  We so love our mystery men, and once they cease to be a total mystery, they get a little bit more like us, and let's face it, most of us are kind of boring.  Furthermore, I really miss Bourne's love interest, Marie.  Without her, I think an important component of Jason Bourne is missing, and he's less relatable as a result.

So, in summation, while I loved the action, Damon's acting, and the locations, I just didn't care about the plot of The Bourne Ultimatum, and the plot is the soul of any movie.

Segundo rumores que circulam pela internet, o espião criado por Robert Ludlum, estaria atrelado a um novo MMO, baseado na organização secreta que treinou o agente Bourne.

O projeto Treadstone, como ficou conhecido, está atualmente vinculado a desenvolvedora Radical Entertainment, a mesma por trás de Scarface: The World is Yours e do aguardado Prototype.

Fonte: Baixaki Jogos

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Il Signor Bafio: ehi quando nuovi post?
fede.com: pubblicato uno stamattina
Il Signor Bafio: ah me lo son perso
fede.com: niente di che
fede.com: aspetto che comincino le olimpiadi
Il Signor Bafio: ah già
fede.com: ma nel mentre ne pubblicherò uno sul film di ieri
Il Signor Bafio: com'era?
Il Signor Bafio: le mogli del presidente?
Il Signor Bafio: com'è che si chiamava?
fede.com: l'altra donna del re
Il Signor Bafio: beh dai avevo quasi indovinato
fede.com: quasi
fede.com: come va la vicenda di bafio il bello sul forum?
Il Signor Bafio: beh oggi non ho scirtto
Il Signor Bafio: però mi son reso simpatico dalle sposine
Il Signor Bafio: mi sa che scriverò un ultimo commento dopo di che mi cancellerò da quel covo di pazze
fede.com: ahahahah!!!
fede.com: però ci stavi bene lì in mezzo
Il Signor Bafio: ...
Il Signor Bafio: è un complimento o no?
fede.com: ...
Il Signor Bafio:
Il Signor Bafio: immagino di no
fede.com: se mai scriverò seriamente su un forum del genere, abbattetemi per favore!
Il Signor Bafio: ok, poi vado a ordinare il fucile e i proiettili
Il Signor Bafio: nel caso ti iscrivessi
Il Signor Bafio: tu scappi correndo e io dietro con la clio che ti rincorro tipo safari
fede.com: o tipo inseguimento di un film d'azione
Il Signor Bafio: beh ma tu a piedi e io in macchina, mi sa che non ci sarebbe tanta azione
fede.com: ma io a quel punto mi sentirei autorizzata a rubare biciclette, motorini e monopattini come nei film
fede.com: anzi, volopattini
Il Signor Bafio: oppure come in ritorno al futuro con lo skate attaccato al parafango di una macchina
fede.com: ecco, la citazione era proprio quella
fede.com: anche per il volopattino
Il Signor Bafio: eheheh
Il Signor Bafio: ma scusa tu dovresti lasciarti abbattere
Il Signor Bafio: conscia del fatto di esserti iscritta a tale forum
fede.com: ma visto che non penso scriverò mai su un sito di quel genere potremmo organizzare una scena simile così, senza motivo
fede.com: giusto con l'intento di sollazzarci
Il Signor Bafio: ok ci sto
Il Signor Bafio: allora io prendo i proiettili narcotizzanti
Il Signor Bafio: o quelli che sparano palle di colore
Il Signor Bafio: tipo nel film "10 cose che odio di te"
fede.com: bellissimo quel film
fede.com: e allora io prendo la mia pistola ad aria compressa col puntatore laser
fede.com: quella vinta alle giostre
fede.com: e ti sparo contro pallini di gomma
Il Signor Bafio: allora più che un safari diventa una scena di guerriglia urbana
fede.com: bellissimo!
fede.com: poi ti immagini se intervengono i militari coi mitra??
Il Signor Bafio: ah già ci sono già loro col mitra
Il Signor Bafio: li hai lasciati in pace?
fede.com: ...
fede.com: uff, per forza
fede.com: mica posso mettermi a provocarli. poi in realtà non li ho ancora incontrati
Il Signor Bafio: ci sono anche miei conterranei
Il Signor Bafio: di pordenone
fede.com: ah sì? ma qui a milano?
Il Signor Bafio: sìsì hanno mandato quelli di pordenone a milano
Il Signor Bafio: e poi anche altri ma non ricordo di dove siano
Il Signor Bafio: comunque avranno base a pordenone ma temo che abbiano origini più a sud
fede.com: la famosa pordenone di sicilia....
Il Signor Bafio: esatto
fede.com: ti immagini sfrecciare per la città a spararsi palle colorate e pallini di gomma? fichissimo!
Il Signor Bafio: sarebbe una figata
fede.com: alla jason bourne
Il Signor Bafio: non l'ho visto
fede.com: e poi ti immagini un inseguimento in galleria
fede.com: o a brera tra i tavolini all'ora aperitivo
Il Signor Bafio: sìsì e poi una scena in metro stile matrix
fede.com: bello!!!
fede.com: io sono la bellissima trinity ovviamente
Il Signor Bafio: sei l'agente smith
fede.com: e tu l'agente smith!
Il Signor Bafio: ti ho anticipato
fede.com: maledetto...
Il Signor Bafio: io sono il prescelto ovviamente
fede.com: la faccia da malaticcio emaciato ce l'hai
Il Signor Bafio: eheh
fede.com: poi ovviamente ci sarà una scena alla kill bill, con gli 88 pazzi
fede.com: e io che li sgomino tutti
Il Signor Bafio: certo, io faccio il texano
Il Signor Bafio: e ti seppellisco
fede.com: ahahaha!!!!!! il mitico texano che non è texano!
Il Signor Bafio: nel parco snam
fede.com: ahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!
fede.com: dove ci sono le carcasse di tartarughe morte!
Il Signor Bafio: esatto almeno hai compagnia
fede.com: ma io che ho studiato da pai mei ne uscirò viva
fede.com: solo, per favore, non spararmi sale nelle tette che la uma sarà pure piatta, io non proprio
fede.com: vorrai mica rovinare questo benidddio
fede.com: bendiddio
Il Signor Bafio: ok tenterò di fare il possibile
fede.com: grazie
Il Signor Bafio: prego, dai adesso mi tocca lavorare
fede.com: uff.
Il Signor Bafio: poi commento il tuo post
fede.com: sappi che questa conversazione sta per essere pubblicata
fede.com: sul blog
Il Signor Bafio: oddio
fede.com: sì sì
Il Signor Bafio: ma lì pensano che sia una persona normale
fede.com: mica la devo fare solo io la figura della pazza....
fede.com: ciao!
Il Signor Bafio: eh vabbè, pazienza. ciao ciao

P.S. E' una fortuna che uno dei due abbia deciso di rendersi utile alla comunità, io già mi vedevo andare avanti e terminare con un duello di spade in cima al duomo di Milano (giusto per poter urlare Hola, mi nombre es Inigo Montoya! Tu hai ucciso mi padre, praparati a morir!) o un'inseguimento di barche all'Idroscalo in stile James Bond o Indiana Jones e l'ultima crociata!

fonte:spaziogames

In the meantime, I'll share a couple of comic-book movie-related dreams I've had over the last few days.

Last night I dreamed that Jason Bourne and I were hiding from The Joker -- played of course by Heath Ledger -- at my grandparents' old house in Ramsey, Indiana, where I spent many happy days as a kid.

And even though Jason Bourne was Jason Bourne, I still called him "Matt Damon."

The Joker was sneaking around in the yard, hiding behind our parked cars and doing a poor job of concealing the fact that he was spying on us, hoping we'd come outside so he could murder us.

Eventually we didn't see him anymore, so we ran out of the house and got on a bus to take us to safety. We also disguised ourselves. Matt Damon (Jason Bourne) wore silly glasses and a fake pointy goatee that made him look like a hipster artist from the 1960s, and I dressed like a lumberjack with a big fake beard.

But when we got on the bus, The Joker was the bus driver and he told us he was going to kill us.

So I told him he couldn't kill us because we had to go to work. That made him angry, but he finally agreed that it would be funnier to play bus driver all day -- and thus make all the required stops -- than it would be to kill us.

And a few days before that, I dreamed I was dating The Incredible Hulk star Liv Tyler.

I really, really, really like Liv Tyler.

She owned a cozy little inn in New England, and all of my friends were staying there.

We held hands and ate waffles.

It was beautiful.

What have you been dreaming about lately?

Let’s think about this for a moment.  Who was in the White House in 1984?  Who was that pesky scallywag who sold weapons to Iran in exchange for American hostages and then part of those funds from the covert weapon sale were then funneled to the Contras in Nicaragua?  Oh yes, it was Ronald “Fuckstick” Reagan.  Why would there be this massive regulation between cartoon shows and toys?  Well toys are made by large corporations and large corporations want to have large profits.  And for those of you who took an ideologies class in college or just actually know anything about conservatism as an ideology, it is a big fan of business, especially corporations, and concurrently, large profits.  So our conservative president at the time decided that he wanted to act in favor of corporate interest by supplying them with a whole new market of children who watched the television shows and as a result would want their toys.  This yields massive profits.    

So Ronald Reagan, who was the fucking cat’s pajamas poster boy for the clusterfuck trickle down economics, appointed his like minded friends, who I’m sure were in no way qualified, to be in charge of the FCC.  So these guys, who were also big fans of business and the resulting profits, deregulated this law in 1984, which was in place to protect the minds of children.

Now I don’t mean to get on my soapbox here and start saying “Corporation this” and “Corporation that”, but come on, if this one of the more dubious things I’ve ever read, well I don’t really know much of anything anymore.

What better way to get lots and lots of money than to prey on the insatiable desires of children.  I’m not saying that all children are natural consumers, but they are sort of mildly obsessive about things.  If a kid wants something, well they’re going to ask for it… a lot. 

“Well why didn’t the parents just say no?” you ask.  Well what was happening in the 1980’s was the rise of the Young Urban Professionals (or “yuppies”) and they often had a tremendous amount of disposable income and they also had children.  These yuppies had worked hard for their slice of the American dream and had some money to show for it.  With this disposable income combined their parental instincts of protection, bought expensive foreign cars that were geared towards luxury and safety.  You saw a massive influx of Volvos, BMW’s and Mercedes-Benz’s in the United States.

These families had disposable income and they already bought vehicles that were geared towards the safety and happiness of their children, so they would acquiesce to lunatic ramblings of their now obsessed children who absolutely needed toys that were licensed with their favorite shows.

This was also helped by the popularity of the television shows in themselves.  If a television show is popular, then the toys are going to be just as popular.  I would imagine that the rationale of many parents was probably, “It’s just a toy.”  And you know what?  It was just a toy until it was partnered with television.  At that point the toy no longer remains a toy, but becomes something entirely different.  It becomes a tool.  It is a tool to get into the brain of its consumer:  the young child.  With the two-pronged attack on the psyches of children across the globe, the rest, as they say, is history.

Do you know how many Ninja Turtles I had growing up?  I had forty seven.  I will never forget that because I used to hoard those things like they were made out of diamonds and cocaine.  I remember how many Ninja Turtles I had growing up as a child, but I get a C in Intro to Meteorology 101 because I can’t remember if a hurricane spins clockwise or counterclockwise.  Fuck me.

I think I recall a distinct moment in my life where I was 100% certain that I could not love a human being as much as I loved that sassy Michelangelo action figure with his proclivity towards Italian cuisine and “partying”.  My knowledge of “partying” at that time in my life meant I got to have pizza, ice cream and cake and be able to go to bed thirty minutes later than usual.  Plus I did a bunch of heroin too.

On a side note, I’m certain that the growth of the pizza industry can be attributed to an entire generation of children that watched Ninja Turtles growing up and subconsciously remembering that their favorite heroes, despite their differences, all loved pizza.

These were not obscure television shows that had licensing agreements with toy companies.  It isn’t that people didn’t know about this going on. We are talking He-Man and in G.I. Joe.  The reason this is never brought up is because it has become the standard for advertising in our lives.  I would think we’re at the point where if we didn’t see toys being licensed with cartoons and television shows that someone would call someone to get that shit fixed immediately because it would freak us out so much.  You would see parents at toy stores ripping their hair out trying to calm their sobbing children who, with crack addict like predictability, require toys from the recently released summer blockbuster, The Dark Knight.  They would be trying to desperately explaining to their children that an evil man with a blog with too much free time did a horrible thing that got rid of toys with movies.

People expect toys with television and movies now because it has become the standard To reference The Dark Knight, “It’s all part of the plan.” 

Now back in the 1980’s there was a woman who wrote a book all about this connection between cartoon television shows and toy licensing.  Her name was Nancy Carlsson-Paige.  Now she is a very bright lady and is a very accomplished professor, but does anyone know who her son is?  Her son is goddamned Matt Damon.  Does anyone realize what this means?  This means that Matt Damon didn’t have any of those toys we all had growing up.  He was reading books, acting, playing outside, playing with constructive toys like Legos, writing fucking screen plays, acting, being awesome, and acting. 

Does anyone realize the implications of this horrifying reality?  I could have written Good Will Hunting!  I could have been Jason Bourne!  I could have been in Ocean’s 11 and met Brad Pitt.  Fuck me.  But nooooo, I wanted to play with my Ninja Turtles and their van that shot pizza at bad guys.  What does shooting pizza even do to bad guys?  You’re giving them free snacks and at most, giving them a higher dry cleaning bill. 

What I should have been doing was performing at the local theater, working on being Matt Damon, or hanging out in Southie, looking for inspiration for my screenplay.

Ok, so I’ve strung you along for a little while my little snowflakes.  Where am I going with this?  Well I wanted to give a little back story, well actually a long, terribly loquacious back story about toys and their distribution so I could talk briefly about toys and gender.

Does everyone remember the Easy Bake oven?  Well you should because I remember sitting on my couch as a five year old, probably eating pizza while whispering sweet nothings to my Michelangelo action figure, and seeing this “toy” on the television and thinking for the first time that there probably was a god; and She was good.  The Easy Bake Oven allowed for tasty treats to be made at home with a tiny oven without going to a bakery or the grocery store or any of that nonsense.  But then a strange thing happened in the commercial I was watching.  But after they showed the Easy Bake Oven and explained what it could do, besides be as close as a toy could be to being divine, they only showed girls using it.  I remember distinctly thinking “That is what girls are good for.”  I mean everyone knows (remember I’m five) that girls are yucky and gross and boys require circle-circle-dot-dot injections weekly to repel their naturally repulsive bodies, but despite years of field research we guys never knew what girls were for.

See as human beings, we are all interested in finding our function.  Aristotle commented that function was the true key to excellence.  And what really is function?  Function, to me, seems to be very closely related with purpose.  It is one of the questions that have made mankind wonder for as long as we could think rationally.  We then responded to this quandary by finding new and inventive ways to kill each other over the course of history.

The Easy Bake Oven helped me realize what girls are “for”; their purpose, if you will.  They are here to cook for us.  Oh, of course!  That’s why daddy keeps mommy around.  I mean I know she’s a gross girl, but hot damn can that broad cook.  Now this isn’t the exact logic going through my easily impressionable cerebral cortex, but it’s definitely going something like that.

So once I got this out of the way in understanding what girls were for, you might imagine my surprise when I would be watching the television the next day (because I was only allowed one hour of television a day.  Thanks Mom.), and I saw a commercial for a doll with a name like Suzy Shits-A-Lot.  So the commercial unfolds in its fifteen second format and it shows Suzy requiring a diaper change, requiring a bottle, requiring to be rocked to sleep, requiring measles shot, requiring attention for her diaper rash, and requiring mashed carrots.  Plus, if you don’t do it in the right order, the baby cries for twenty minutes as punishment for being a horrible mother.  This was like a fucking homework assignment, but there you would see three girls, generally one Asian, one White, and one African American, happy as can be.  They had the same face as if they were eating cotton candy.  Something was askew.

So you can imagine again what is going through my head.  I’m thinking, “Okay, so girls, despite their intolerable yuckyness, seem to be good for two things:  cooking pastries and taking care of babies.”

If I have any female readers, please forgive my five year old self and realize, that despite all my jokes, I do not feel this way at all.  To show little girls that is what they should be and aspiring to be, is both unjust and reprehensible.  They should have just renamed the Easy Bake Oven to “Bitch, Get in the Fucking Kitchen”. Or they could have renamed any one of the ten thousand dolls to “Bitch, Stop that Baby from Crying”. 

I have the utmost respect for women-folk, and as a self-diagnosed mama’s boy, I have to.  So you must understand how alarming this was as I got older and basically got my ass kicked by girls in every non-athletic thing you can imagine.  I lost my first spelling bee in sixth grade to a girl.  I know girls that routinely got better grades than me all through elementary school and middle school.  Both my valedictorians from high school and college were women.  My first girlfriend in college, her GPA was significantly higher than mine.  One of my favorite contemporary political philosophers is a woman.  These are all lessons in humility that I have grown and taken much important information from, but then there’s the Easy Bake Oven which significantly downplays (not negates) worth and potential that women have played and will continue to play all through human existence.

Now what the Easy Bake Oven did in ascribing gender roles for women, G.I. Joes and action figures did for boys.  I wasn’t allowed G.I. Joes however because I believe that my parents recognized the potential damaging effects of giving me toys that not only advocated violence, but glorified it.  But I understood the premise of G.I. Joes in a very absolutist way as a child.  The G.I. Joes were good guys from America, while The Cobra Commander and his buddies were bad guys not from America, so they must be killed.

Of course I didn’t stop to think that maybe The Cobra were a group of revolutionaries trying to hinder American imperialistic advances across the globe.  Maybe The Cobra was the victim of a vicious P.R. campaign to vilify their communist ideologies?  I never once thought, “Why is this war going on?”   But I always thought, “Why can’t The Cobra be killed faster.  We’re Americans.”  So G.I. Joes taught little boys to be intense patriots all the while buying more and more toys that reinforced the same message.

As our generation grows older and we marry and have children of our own, let’s please be careful.  If there ever was a time in human history where we need our patriots to have questions, this is the time.  If there ever was a time where traditional molds regarding gender roles need to be broken, it is now.  Let us be more aware of what people are trying to sell us and conversely what we are buying.  Because it is important to realize that what we’re being sold is often done so through a very subliminal and sinister means with an even more sinister end:  greed. 

That’s all for now, my brownies are ready.

Great book, a must read for any fan of comic books.

The Plot Against America - Philip Roth

Alternative history has failed me again, i just can't seem to get into this genre it always feels way to political

The Bourne Betrayal - Eric Van Lustbader

This series is losing me, i hope the newest book is better. Jason Bourne might just be over for me.

Again another great book.

The Names - Don Delillo

I keep picking Delillo's books up and i keep wanting to put them down right away, but for some reason i fing myself reading on. The Names was much better then The Body Artist. Nothing more to say.

The Bourne Legacy - Eric Van Lustbader

This is the first of the new Jason Bourne books, written after Bourne's creator Robert Ludlum died. Some the the events don't line up such as Bourne's age, which i can get past. Instead of getting all worked up over little facts, So get over the little details and read this book.

Ultimatum scored at the Academy Awards in terms of editing; and it certainly shows. Where some movies get bogged down in fast cuts in order to show "action" Bourne takes a different route. While certainly speedily paced, the edits get you more into Bourne's head than anything - he doesn't know everything, and he's forced into quickly examining his surroundings. Moments of deeper plot and narrative are played slower; so the cuts are timed well. While some spy movies can get bogged down in gadgets and guy-beds-girl-then-leaves antics, Bourne uses more real-world scenarios. When possible Bourne engages in hand-to-hand combat, uses multiple alias and passports and steal vehicles. If a task proves too daunting he finds someone who can help him. Doing all this allows the story to be the central element instead of the gadgets. Special effects are limited, and most scenes look as though they featured real actors or vehicles instead of a digital alternative. I'm glad to see movies employing this method, as it adds to the realism.

Overall The Bourne Ultimatum is a good piece of film. Its by no means a classic, nor does it challenge the genre. Instead it teases out a complex story of lies and tricky on behalf of the CIA. Not everyone is bad, and motives play an important role. I did feel as though more of Bourne's history could've been shown, and less time spent on chase scenes which yield little to the plot. Thankfully the movie finds a decent balance and engages the viewer, so its worth the watch. Rumors persist of a fourth movie; here's hoping its a little heavier on the plot.

I had seen the first one ages ago and then the 2nd one ages after that but to see them all in such close sequence makes it so much better!

Go rent them now! do it - you'll find the first two in the "Weekly" section of your local movie rental place and the third one will most likely be in the "3 day" section... well at least that's what the go was in Lyttelton anyways...

I'm just doing an informal poll here.

The first thing that kind of gives you an inkling that maybe something not completely cool is the initial install of 5GB worth of game data that takes a good 20-25 minutes. But hey this is nothing new most of the PS3 titles have a pretty lengthy initial install and it's a pain but for the added performance and smoothness of play we endure. Though TBC doesn't do as good a job, as you often encounter the loading message during key moments of the game, none of them are very long but for all that data they just put on my hard drive it could have been done better.

So What If It's Three Of You, I'm Jason Bourne Fool

I  reviewed the demo the few weeks ago and after playing through the beginning of TBC, I thought I was going to have to change my mind. I mean I was beating the crap out of people, firing all kinds of weapons, and basically wreaking all kinds of havoc. Then after playing for a while some things became very apparent.

First as I said before I think they were smart not to use Matt Damon's likeness, so that they can continue to expand the series long after he abandons the role. The most crippling problem with TBC is a lack of a coherent story line. I mean there the an initial mission that kind of gets you used to the controls and then the familiar opening mission when you are sent to assassinate Wombosi that ends up going wrong and that sends our hero searching to find out who he is. After you play through this part the game basically becomes a mix of flashbacks that switch back and forth from missions you did in your past to your situation in the present day. While the mission themselves aren't bad, I mean you are just kind of doing them with real no context behind them. They do send people to kill you just like in the movie but even that is not exploited fully.

Nothing Like  A Good Kick To The Chest To Ruin Your Day

The best part about this game is the fights or hand to hand combat. The fighting is hardcore and you can do some serious damage. The biggest thing you will notice during these fights is that when you get hit you really take a lot of damage, I mean a LOT of damage. After I got the crap kicked out of me a few times I figured out why and it makes perfect sense. When you think about the movies, try to think of a time where Jason Bourne has ever really gotten his butt kicked in a fight, I'll wait... nope you can't really think of one. Therefore, in fights you really have to block and avoid getting hit because Bourne never does. But even with the fighting which is the highlight of the game there are problems, after the first couple they do get kind of repetitive. Also, you fight and the more you fight you build up your adrenaline bar which then allows you to do a cool Bourne takedown using whatever is around you in your environment to include things like chairs, desk, shovels, and signs or railings. My problem with this is you kind of end of fighting just to get an adrenaline bar to do a takedown, its kind of a one trick pony. Now it is cool if you don't give in to the urge to use it you can build up to three adrenaline bars which allow you to then take out up to three enemies at once by pressing the right face button, this is pretty cool when you are surrounded in hand to hand combat by three guys or in a heated gun battle and you want to finish it quickly.

My other major problem with this game is that it is very short, in fact is the shortest game I have played on PS3 to date. I finished the game in a little under 3 hours, yep I really said 3 hours and when I finished it I wouldn't have thought it I was expecting something else to happen but then I got the you have completed TBC screen and was shocked so its definitely a Friday night rental.

Can You Say Goodnight?

In the end if you don't have anything to do and your significant other just went out for a while you might want to rent this at your local rental place, you should be done with it just about the same time they get back. I mean I never expect much from a title that is based on a movie but I still hoped. The way the Bourne movies are made this game could have been so much deeper and better but instead it ended up being what most games based on movies are, a disappointment. I give TBC 3 out of 5 stars.

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The Bourne Sanction

TIme to go the Library.

I couldn't have thought of this coincidence if it was not for Casino Royale, and the one which will be released in the recent future...All the slick action, the story suddenly shifting between different countries...reminded me of the Bourne Trilogy.

so, is it just me?

The new James Bond film Quantum of Solace (I guess Ounce of Comfort doesn't quite have the same ring) has a teaser trailer, and it gives me an excuse to post a piece I did for the Current back when Casino Royale came out — it accompanied an article that reviewed every single Bond theme, from good to Cornell. I don't think it's online, or I'd link to it. It's pretty fun.

As for Quantum, it looks at least as good as Casino was — but I still can't shake the feeling that all they're doing is a glossier, slightly dumber version of the Bourne movies. (Watch Judi Dench in the trailer below — it almost sounds like she says "Find Bourne" instead of "Find Bond.") But I like the new direction the Bond movies are going in, and they still boast the most, um, talented actresses working today. Seriously, James Bond had Eva Green. Jason Bourne got to hang out with ... Joan Allen. Well played, old chap!