Finland was great, but at the moment, I'd rather talk about The Bourne Supremacy. If this movie and its predecessor are any indication, we're witnessing the opening installments of the best series of spy thrillers that the movies have ever produced. Thus far, the Bourne series has displayed a meatier understanding of atmosphere and technique, as well as a classier cast, than the James Bond franchise, to say nothing of the Mission: Impossible movies. If it isn't "intelligent" in the sense of a thriller like L.A. Confidential or The Silence of the Lambs (in that it doesn't try to create a coherent universe of human relationships to fill the gaps between action scenes), it is more than content to be "smart"—that is, superficial, but not actively condescending. Its emotional shallowness might actually work in its favor: it would be too much to follow this character through twelve or twenty episodes if we were forced to believe in him as a human being, but as sort of a clockwork orange for hurtling the audience through a string of meticulously crafted action sequences, Bourne is about as horrorshow as they come.