ID:A review

This heavily glossed Long Kiss Goodnight-Jason Bourne crossbreed from Danish director Christian E Christiansen (who failed to inspire with last year’s Minka Kelly slasher The Roommate) has mainstream appeal in its sights, but ID:A‘s impersonal plot and continent-trotting structure arouse only surface engagement.

After a woman (Tuva Novotny) awakes in a stream somewhere is rural France with muddied clothes, a duffle bag stuffed with wads of freshly minted Euros and an untimely case of amnesia, she scrambles to retrace her steps while swerving the leather-jacketed heavies hot on her tail.

Sporadic flashbacks lead her to Copenhagen and renowned opera singer Just Ore (Flemming Enevold), who turns out to be her husband. He’s also, as we later learn, an unsavoury chap, prone to domestic violence and embroiled in a sour feud with some Communist extremists.

Things get even messier for Ida (as we now know she’s named) when her militant brother and pointless sister enter the fray, and Christiansen emphatically over-eggs it by throwing his protagonist into a generic medley of car chases, broad day light shoot outs and a particularly ugly torture scene. The storm passes and each loose end is neatly tied up, but we’ve already given up on this uninspired thriller.