Hors de moi

Jaume Collet-Serra signe un thriller efficace et rugissant, qui emprunte autant à Roman Polanski qu'à Alfred Hitchcock.

Des scènes d'action, des poursuites automobile, du suspense : les premières minutes laissent présager un bon film. La première heure tient la route. La suite malheureusement erre dans le labyrinthe d'un scénario confus (signé Olivier Butcher et Stephen Cornwell) qui ignore la psychologie des personnages (il est quand même question d'identité!) et mène à une finale tellement improbable qu'elle arrache presque les rires.

But sadly for all of us, Unknown is not a wild, violent fantasy like Taken, more of a Bourne Supremacy knockoff, in which a man with memory problems wanders around Berlin demanding some answers, dammit.

Neeson, much like Ford, is smarter than your average hero. They are rugged, worn and don't look as though they could take on a bunch of guys in a fight, but they make it believable enough.

Despite a strong international cast, it's Bourne-free and neither bends nor engages our minds. The plot is contrived, with characters rarely responding like believable human beings.

Liam Neeson's latter-day renaissance as an unlikely action star should give hope to performers and viewers of a certain age (i.e., over 40) everywhere.