Zero Dark Thirty: Fatigue(d)
I wonder what I missed; I didn't have a strong reaction to Zero Dark Thirty either way. I didn't think the depiction of torture was fetishistic, or cynical, or too much or too little (I did admire Jessica Chastain's work in that initial scene). It didn't grip me with tension, possibly because I covered the NatGeo version of the story for Yahoo! last fall, but it didn't drag, either, and Kathryn Bigelow's variation on the final raid is flawlessly balanced between the operation and the lives inside it. Like The Hurt Locker, it's built like a Mercedes.
But I watched it, and I made a few notes, and I won't watch it again, or get mad about it, or evangelize for it. It's very good, except in a few spots where it's awesome (the tailing sequence in the marketplace; the ambush, which did make me antsy all "oh…oh, no, no, no no no no no"; the line "Do your fucking jobs; bring me people to kill"), and a few other spots where it gets a bit foggy. The ending is annoying: Maya's clichéd (and maybe gendered; I doubt it, with this team, but I couldn't tell) response overrides anything a different edit might have had to say about what Disneyworld you can possibly go to after you've completed a decade-long mission to kill a man, and it's still not "even."
It's always nice to see Joel Edgerton and Chris Pratt (and Chris Pratt's medial deltoids; daaaaaang), but I probably shouldn't have spent the bulk of the running time devising TV pilots starring Jennifer Ehle and set in my home. I mean, I love her, and again, it's not that ZD30 is boring. Maybe I just have nothing left for Osama.
Tags: Chris Pratt Jennifer Ehle Jessica Chastain Joel Edgerton Kathryn Bigelow movies The Hurt Locker Zero Dark Thirty