The Bourne Supremacy and a Dream

thebournesupremacy1.jpg The Bourne Supremacy is not a movie you want to watch from the front row of an ill-de­signed movie the­ater. I don’t, in fact, know if it is a good movie or not, so I’ll just talk about the ex­pe­ri­ence.

Tuesday nights are $4 movie nights at var­i­ous the­aters. Sometimes it isn’t very crowd­ed but this time it was a bit ridicu­lous. The line was longer than [in­sert vul­gar body ref­er­ence] so when we got in­to the the­ater, the on­ly spot with three emp­ty seats to­geth­er was in the front row. The front row is about 2 feet from the screen.

The Bourne Supremacy, as far as I can tell, was en­tire­ly com­posed of rapid­ly cut, surveillance/​home movie-ish hand-held, shal­low to out of fo­cus close-ups. This does not make for an easy stom­ach when you have to let your eyes got in­to macro mode just to see the en­tire screen. It was quite hard to fol­low the film in these cir­cum­stances. At one point I got up and walked around in the lob­by to re­gain my sense of bal­ance and when I reen­tered the the­ater [at the con­clu­sion of a 5 minute chase scene] It was amaz­ing to look at the screen and ac­tu­al­ly not see each of Matt Damon’s pores.

I had an­oth­er hero dream last night. I was an an­gel, but not a stereo­typ­i­cal an­gel. Even though I had pow­ers, I was up against an­oth­er an­gel and so they were use­less. So for all in­tents and pur­pos­es I was just a per­son. I was maybe 5 years younger than I am cur­rent­ly, and my dream moth­er and fa­ther were mem­bers of the Serra Group — like spe­cial ops thing for an­gels [Bourne Identity in­flu­ence I think] and they had a bunch of the fel­low op­er­a­tives at our home [a dream­in­vent­ed one] and an­oth­er group at my home in Connersville. Someone was killed at the dream­in­vent­ed home dur­ing the night and the next day no one heard from the oth­er place. I knew who was do­ing the killing, a cowork­er named Dave. But the old­er op­er­a­tives wouldn’t be­lieve that a fel­low Serra Group op­er­a­tive would do such a thing. And since I was try­ing to join the group it was dis­missed as a ploy for at­ten­tion. I took mat­ters in­to my own hands, stole a car [the pre-mod­i­fied Army of Darkness mo­bile] and went through a more de­cayed and dan­ger­ous ver­sion of Connersville on the way to Gregg Rd. Then the cops start­ed chas­ing me, I elud­ed them and pulled in­to this place that was a blend of the top of 5th Street Hill and 8th Street Hill. I need­ed some­thing, I don’t re­mem­ber what any­more and this re­al old hick woman with a mad/​hungry look in her eye [I think she want­ed to eat me] came out and start­ed say­ing vague­ly threat­en­ing things. I hopped back in the car and tried to get it start­ed but it wouldn’t start and then the son of the woman came out and tossed a bro­ken light­bulb wrapped in black pa­per in­to my car. Then my car start­ed and the light­bulb bomb made my car burst in­to flames. I knew these peo­ple want­ed to eat me be­cause I was an an­gel so I drove the flam­ing car away. I went re­al re­al re­al fast, so fast that it put out the flames and then I stopped to take a look at the dam­age. I got out my wal­let and looked at a pro­vi­sion­al Serra Group meme­ber­ship card and then crawled un­der the car to see the gas tank leak­ing like a sieve. I knew if I start­ed the car again, the spark would make it ex­plode, and since I was al­ready close to the oth­er place I hoofed it the rest of the way. I snuck in­to the house and past Dave, where I could see the poi­soned bod­ies of the oth­er op­er­a­tives at the place. Dave was go­ing to res­ur­rect them in­to evil an­gels. I was hid­ing un­der the counter/​bar when he walked around the cor­ner and said ‘Hi Adam. Are you com­fort­able?’ Then I woke up be­cause I had to have a piss.

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