Although it is at least half an hour too long, stuffed full of non-sensical abbreviated jargon, embarrassingly dated by its obsessive focus on technology, treats women as little more than lingerie models, somehow turns a cheeky suited lawyer into a on-the-money killing machine and packed full of ridiculous plotting, Enemy of The State is still great trashy fun.
That's what Tony Scott was a master of, somehow pitching us into hyper kinetic worlds that made no sense whatsoever yet remained eminently watchable. He knew how to chose a cast that would propel his insanely testosterone style into the stratosphere and keep us tagging along with it, no matter how implausible.
17 years on there is something quite unerring about his…