[Birth'd life on Mars with the tears I shed over this dramageddon]Heart ripped from chest.Died from emo grief/DA THE FACK YOU WUNT Ya HASSHAUL?>how Boston is that?|Gyllenhaal? O S C A R!Richardson?>Johnnie Walker Award|MASLANY?Pantheon of KO performances: sucks the O2 in every scene she's in, often outshining Gyllenhaal (think Clift in "From Here to Eternity"+De Havilland in "The Heiress")>force to be reckoned with❤▽
A strong character arc biopic that explores the flawed humanity amongst victims of terror. Solid acting and functional storytelling which ticks the genre's boxes. My one quibble: it perpetuates the 'one US life to many foreign lives ratio of importance' once more.
Amazing performances from both Tatiana Maslany and Jake Gyllenhaal, but the film is just wrong.
He goes from not wanting to be a hero, since he clearly isn't, to somehow "grow" as a character and realize how important was getting invited at baseball matches to wave a flag, ending up in a pile of hypocritical, banal, patriotic and almost ridiculous American clichés
If Clint Eastwood has left any heritage to American Cinema (and he has), it's the complicated relationship this country now has with the concept of heroism that even today's new heroes don't believe in. Although the program becomes too heavy in the final act, Green makes an honest, heartfelt case for their importance, and the human link between Gyllenhaal and Maslany, the true centrepiece of the film.
Beyond a mere chronicling of a major, traumatic event, this film focuses on the universally-overlooked aspect of such a trauma - that it is ordinary, imperfect people having it inflicted on them, being thrust in the spotlight at such a vulnerable time. I cared for the characters deeply and immediately so major props to the splendid cast.
Outside of central tragedy, there's not much story to tell. This could work as a mockumentary just as it did as a feature film. One of its highlights is the absence of cheap sentimentality and emotional manipulation - but overall, it's forgettable piece of cinema where every actor gives his or hers best but falls into movie's overall mediocrity.
At times this plays like a caustic refutation of the inspirational biopic; elongating the nauseating physical pain of recovery and highlighting the emotional trauma of people treating your suffering like a novelty, but ultimately it falls prey to the facile underpinnings of the genre.
Worth it for the bandage changing scene, indeed one of the years most effecting moments.