OK, teleportation isn’t quite the revolutionary gimmick it was when Steven Gould first wrote the Young Adult novel from which Doug Liman’s latest lifts its globe-trotting premise. But Jumper is the first film to make it look really cool – the ideal accessory for any guy about town who can’t be arsed waiting in line, earning a living or even breaking a sweat.
Unlike every other superhero movie, Hayden Christensen’s David doesn’t want to save the world or defeat evil. He just wants to have fun. Whether he’s catching rays on the bonce of the Sphinx, hanging 10 in the Malibu surf or popping over to London for a boozy night on the town, the joy in Jumper comes from watching him unashamedly abuse his power.
If Liman’s pic has a flaw, it’s the way in which it introduces Samuel L Jackson’s fanatical jumper-hunter before we’ve had our fill of Christensen’s fabulously selfish lifestyle and the unlimited potential it affords. With Sam getting all electrical on his ass, the buzz gets hoovered out of the story quicker than it takes David to jump from Tokyo to Dubai. Thank goodness for worldly-wise jumper Jamie Bell, whose impish irreverence restores the film’s comic-book equilibrium just when it needs it most.