The Bourne IdentityDVD - 2004
From the critics
Sexual Content: A make out scene with hardly any clothes on (lasts about 5 seconds)
Violence: Its bourne. People are shot stabbed thrown about crushed shot assassination style, snipers are used. Many, Many fist fights some blood.
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JihadiConservative thinks this title is suitable for 14 years and over
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Jason Bourne is found wounded and floating in the Mediterranean Sea by fishermen. He has no idea how he got there, or who in fact he is. His only hope is a Swiss bank account number found embedded under his skin. The bank account's safety deposit box contains cash, a gun, and numerous passports from various countries, some with the name "Jason Bourne", and some with other names. Bourne discovers he possesses highly trained martial arts, language, and memory skills. He also discovers someone definitely want him dead. So the plot questions to be resolved are: Why was he found wounded and in the sea? Why does he have so many passports? Why does he possess these peculiar skills? Who wants him dead? And why?
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Jason Bourne: [Getting ready to leave Marie's car in front of his apartment house] Thanks for the ride.
Marie: Any time.
Jason Bourne: [after a pause] Well, you can come up, and you can... or you could wait here. I - I can go check it out, but you could wait...
Marie: Uh, no, no...
Jason Bourne: [as she is saying no] You could wait...
Marie: ...no, no!
Marie: Um, with you, you would probably just forget about me if I... stayed... here.
Jason Bourne: How could I forget about you?
Jason Bourne: You're the only person I know.
Jason Bourne: Who has a safety deposit box full of... money and six passports and a gun? Who has a bank account number in their hip? I come in here, and the first thing I'm doing is I'm catching the sightlines and looking for an exit.
Marie: I see the exit sign, too, I'm not worried. I mean, you were shot. People do all kinds of weird and amazing stuff when they are scared.
Jason Bourne: I can tell you the license plate numbers of all six cars outside. I can tell you that our waitress is left-handed and the guy sitting up at the counter weighs two hundred fifteen pounds and knows how to handle himself. I know the best place to look for a gun is the cab of the gray truck outside, and at this altitude, I can run flat out for a half mile before my hands start shaking. Now why would I know that? How can I know that and not know who I am?