There’s an irresistable temptation to describe “The Expatriate” as a discount version of the Jason Bourne series. Pretty much the whole package indicates it’s the same product in a different wrapper: You get the handsome CIA agent; the exotic European location; the order issued from Langley to rub out or arrest said handsome agent, for muddled reasons; the pileup of bodies and cars; and the artistically choreographed explosions, standard fare for 21st-century action movies.
These are all there, and “The Expatriate” even offers a bit more: a father-daughter story that recalls another similar series, “Taken.” In short, if “The Expatriate” isn’t a knockoff, end-of-the-season sale item, it’s a buy-one-get-one-free thing. Like, get two genre-driven action spy thrillers for the price of one, sort of. Emphasis on the “sort of.”