Unknown

In February 2002, then US Defense Secretary, the charmless sociopath Donald Rumsfeld said of Iraq: “We know there are known knowns: there are things we know we know. We also know there are known unknowns: that is to say we know there are things we know we don’t know. But there are also unknown unknowns — the ones we don’t know we don’t know.” That Donald Rumsfeld, he was a moron.

Unknown, starring that unlikely action hero of the moment, Liam Neeson, is certainly more entertaining than the hunt for WMDs, (as well as a lot less costly in terms of both human life and financial capital.) In it, Neeson plays a Doctor who’s just arrived in Berlin with his frosty wife in order to give a speech at some bio-tech convention. However, he’s in a car crash, and he comes to a few days later suffering with amnesia. But not only has he forgotten much of his own life, his wife also seems to have forgotten him. No, really; she’s married to someone else. Smell a rat? Well so does Dr. Liam, and he heads off through the Berlin underworld to try to regain his identity and prove he’s not completely frakkin mad.

So, good film? Yeah, I enjoyed it. It’s more B than A movie, in spite of its aspirations. The car chases are good. January Jones isn’t. Think Taken, with a twist or two for luck. Berlin as a setting looks cold and miserable. (Emanuel Levy has good stuff on the filming.) German Diane Kruger perplexingly appears as a Bosnian (what?) And the bridge that caused all the trouble is the Oberbaumbrücke, which crosses the Spree river and was once a border crossing between east and west. So now you know.