Midway through the climactic fistfight of “Jason Bourne,” excited grunts and clipped shouts – through teeth gritted seemingly from adrenaline – echoed throughout the advance screening auditorium. A heretofore unheard surround-sound channel announcing itself? Had I missed a character stumbling into a Las Vegas tunnel to cheer on this brawl between two men? Eventually, it dawned on me – and everyone else in the theater – that this person was toward the front row. A fist thrust skyward – and an exhalation as loud as their exhortations for Jason Bourne to “GITTIM! GITTIM! GITTIM!” – did the trick.
Jason Bourne
Jason Bourne
Jason Bourne
Midway through the climactic fistfight of “Jason Bourne,” excited grunts and clipped shouts – through teeth gritted seemingly from adrenaline – echoed throughout the advance screening auditorium. A heretofore unheard surround-sound channel announcing itself? Had I missed a character stumbling into a Las Vegas tunnel to cheer on this brawl between two men? Eventually, it dawned on me – and everyone else in the theater – that this person was toward the front row. A fist thrust skyward – and an exhalation as loud as their exhortations for Jason Bourne to “GITTIM! GITTIM! GITTIM!” – did the trick.