Vince Flynn’s Mitch Rapp novels are the kind of books your
dad picks up at the airport ahead of a long flight. Potboiling espionage
thrillers, they read like Tom Clancy light. (They feel more like they’re written
by someone who reads a lot of spy novels rather than someone who actually knows
anything about that world.) Similarly, Michael Cuesta’s big screen adaptation
of Flynn’s 2010 American Assassin—there are currently more
than a dozen books in the series—feels like diet Jason Bourne. This potential franchise starter has
Bourne envy, big time.
