No actor has made a career of exerting determination to the extent that Matt Damon has. In the Bourne movies, he burned himself down to a central nervous system — his focus fried away unnecessary calories. In The Informant! , the comedy comes from doughy Mark Whitacre’s single minded pursuit of the life he has in his head; the weight he happily carries didn’t make him earthbound. That film’s examination of identity played like a Philip K. Dick adaptation; it seems to serve the purpose of making writer/director George Nolfi’s simultaneously drab and florid adaptation of Dick’s Adjustment Team superfluous.
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REVIEW: Stars Run in Circles in Maddening Adjustment Bureau
