Director
Kathryn Bigelow and screenwriter Mark Boal scored Oscars but little box office
traction with 2009’s Iraq-set “Hurt Locker.” In “Zero Dark Thirty,” they go bigger and bolder by
following the CIA and then SEAL Team Six as they hunt and eventually kill Osama
bin Laden.
This is an openly controversial film. It invites scorn and bravado,
as does any good piece of journalism. And this is a hard-hitting news piece a
la spy/war film. A fantastic, bewildering, white-knuckle thriller, hard to easily grasp on a first viewing, but mesmerizing. In short, one of the year's best, most complex films. A must see.
After we hear 911 calls from that terrible Tuesday over a black
screen, we delve for 40-some minutes into the capture and torture or an apparent
terrorist at the hands of CIA operatives, as well as the back office paperwork and myriad details of the largest manhunt in U.S. history. The torture scenes hit hard. Our government denies torture ever
took place. Nothing happened. I tend to trust the film. Torture happened. The detainee -- one of scores of captured men seen put through various acts of distress -- cracks a peep
about a courier for bin Laden. From there a tiny, illusive thread is
tracked for a decade by Mia (Jessica Chastain), a CIA field agent who has no other
mission in life but to find the Al Qaeda leader.
Leads dead-end, attacks rock London and elsewhere, colleagues are killed, and Mia is
targeted by would-be assassins. It makes her more determined. Mia is an enigma, her
inner character only partially revealed via child-made drawings on a wall and a
daring taunt tossed at Leon Panetta (James Gandolfini), where she declares
herself the “mother fucker” who found the mastermind of 3,000 deaths. She also makes a crack at him over lunch, and constantly hounds her supervisors. She is one rocking red head. Angry.
The
backlash against this film is insanely grotesque. Many liberals want a neon sign
damning torture as bad. Poor dears. Conservatives just hate the idea bin Laden went down on
Obama’s watch. Jack asses. Both are off-base, lost between ignorance and delusion, and not a little denial.
The
last hour, where bin Laden -– barely seen -- meets his end, is flat-out riveting
in its stark matter-of-fact rawness. Like the great book “No Easy Day” by SEAL
Team Six member Mark Owen, “Zero” somberly lays out the cards of today’s
reality. Here, flatly stated, no holds barred, it says we torture to get intel, and then we act on it. To save the day, or so we hope. Sure Bush, Cheney, and our current government call it, what, “enhanced interrogation techniques”? A quick note: As with any film, dramatic license is taken, most especially during this climatic raid of the bin Laden compound -- see, Bigelow and Boal have their SEALS talk -- talk! -- inside the chopper as they approach their target, and then on the ground -- shouting and what not -- and that stuff never happens. Silence, always. Any one remotely familiar with Army tactics knows that. Paint ball war enthusiasts know that. You shout, talk, yell, you might as well draw a hand flare to bring on enemy fire. It is a small, but significant deviation.
“Hurt Locker” and every film ever made, including “Lincoln” take dramatic license, add a flare, a chase, a drink, a conversation. It is drama. That does not take away from the case of the film, the depths America goes, and likely has gone in the past, but never debated. Damn sure in World War II, enemy combatants I am sure were ... interrogated to the fullest extent.
And how does that stack against the terrorists? Have we sunk to their level? Recall the days when Saddam in Iraq caught our airmen, he was beaten and tortured. The U.S. balked. Now we do that, and call it patriotic duty to God. I know people in the Army who have looked me square in the face and say they witnessed it, and it works. Do they not lie, I ask. To get out of the pain? Sure, they say. But you compare the different lies to find the truth. Morality, mercy has no bearing. This is the way it is for them, no questions.
If Iran or Syria did these acts to our troops, bombs would fall. Rage would flame across America. Fact. Hell, yes, it's disturbing to see here, the shit and piss, the man stuffed in a box like laundry. The food games. The dog walk scene. They ought to make any sane viewer cringe, to hate the action on screen. Boal and Bigelow do not allow us to flinch, and we are forced to watch, and see it eat up the perpetrators, and they allow us to maybe, just maybe, see -- most disturbingly -- into the mindset that it is worth the price.
They do not judge, or comment, or place in mock-shocked characters. They want the anger, the debate. The critics be damned, let them foam. And what happens? They get investigated. They. Get. Investigated. By our Congress. To squash any talk on torture. It is a sick ironic twist of our new American values.
As with “Lincoln,” this is a vital film
that transcends Hollywood entertainment. It’s a mirror of our grim reality. And
Mia -– based on a real CIA agent, but also fictionalized and combined with the actions of others like her -– is our best hope of a good future. Chastain
carries the film on her back, her final scene tearing the lid open on her
greatness as the leading actress of her generation. yes, she is an agent, but she is no super spy. She does not pop a gun, kick butt, or go James Bond. Her weapons is her brain, her determination, he eye for detail and language, and a laptop. The new weapon of our day, the laptop.
Bigelow is making the best
war films of our time. She is tackling the effects of violence on
our warriors and nation, not mindless gun porn. Wonderfully ironic as our
military finally allows women into combat, and conservatives blanch hard about old-time
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