Reviews
Zero Dark Thirty: A tarnished masterpiece
Director: Kathryn Bigelow
Genre: Drama, Thriller
Run Time: 157 mins
On May 2, 2011 Osama Bin Laden was killed by a US special forces group (if this is a spoiler, you've been seriously out of the loop). Kathryn Bigelow had been about to begin filming on her new project depicting the 2001 Battle of Tora Bora and the unsuccessful hunt for the world's most wanted man that followed. The significant news torpedoed any such plans. In less than 12 months, Bigelow and her writer (since The Hurt Locker) Mark Boal reshaped the film, basing it on a real female CIA officer who was recruited out of college and worked on finding Bin Laden for her whole career. Watching the final product, this is an extraordinary turnaround.
Maya, played by the exceptional Jessica Chastain, is the recruit brought into the operation with an endorsement: "Washington says she's a killer". She works with (or against in some cases) grizzled interrogator Jason Clarke, station chief Kyle Chandler and fellow analyst Jennifer Ehle to attain information and follow leads. This is a procedural on the grandest scale, with the highest stakes. The tension of the film is utterly gripping and Clarke is notably effective as he becomes disillusioned with the dark rooms and their prisoners. This is Maya's story though, and Chastain is utterly fierce – a tenacious force of perseverance that can only be admired.
Accusations of the film condoning torture marred the picture's release and made it too controversial for Oscar voters. The film doesn't justify or glorify torture, especially when (SPOILERS) the piece of information that finally unlocks UBL's whereabouts was in the CIA files for years. The movie depicts torture of prisoners, which produces certain leads, but these are never directly used to prevent an attack or find Bin Laden. Not showing the torture would betray the film's razor-sharp recounting of events and the claims are totally absurd. Bigelow and Boal, as well as the characters, never take a stance on torture. The row ultimately opened the door for the comparatively lightweight Argo to win 'Best Picture' and, without the erroneous claims, I believe Zero Dark Thirty would have garnered the awards it deserved.
Mark Boal’s script brilliantly shows how messy
the post-9/11 attempts to combat terrorism and the search for Bin Laden were. Graphic torture,
bribery, dodgy tips and outright guesswork are all on show as America
frantically tried to regain its balance. The use of ‘agency jargon’ has been criticised, but it's just another level of realism that
rewards rewatching. In this way, Zero Dark Thirty doesn't hold the viewer's hand, instead challenging them to make their own deductions and judgements. That stance, as well as the story's veracity will, in my mind, make it an important social artefact when future generations look back at the "war on terror".
Maya [to Navy SEALs] - "Quite
frankly, I didn't even want to use you guys, with your dip and velcro and all
your gear bullshit. I wanted to drop a bomb. But people didn't believe in this
lead enough to drop a bomb. So they're using you guys as canaries."
The film is a quiet tribute the people who give their lives to
work in the shadows. At the time of release, none of the main players were
A-list stars (Chastain, since her Oscar nomination, has become extremely sought
after), giving these faceless intelligence workers further verisimilitude, in
contrast to its showy Oscar counterpart Argo. In this context, the
familiar faces of James Gandolfini and Mark Strong correspond to big names
in the CIA and government, appearing at brief meetings to steer the operation.
There are never any missteps, no false notes. This is filmmaking of
extraordinary precision. Every audience member knows the fate of OBL as they watch
the movie, and yet Bigelow mounts such tension into the raid’s execution. It's
a breathless twenty-minute sequence; the cloaked darkness only interrupted by
ballistic flashes and controlled explosions. The overriding feeling of the
operation and its Navy SEALs though, is of a clinical nature. There is zero
emotion here, in stark contrast to the potential reaction of its audience – a juxtaposition
that leaves a sharp sense of vacancy, shared by Maya, as relief is overshadowed
by a loss of purpose and ten years of her life. The climax brings us no celebration, just
a question: Was it all worth it?










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