Saturday, May 29, 2010

Green Zone is for Zombies

Damon, on something of a roll lately, is left to portray only a kind of righteous bafflement, though he does a perfectly professional job with what he’s given.

SHOOT: It's a decent flick, but a downer. We know there were no WMD's, and we don't see Bourne in Iraq we see Damon becoming a journalist. You'll come out enraged at how dumb the media was, and still are, and how, like sheep, so many of us can be. But this is an unusual, and unusually serious flick, in that it conscientiously asks us to pursue something we ordinarily don't care much about.  The real truth.  Most of the time we just want to be entertained, we just want what we want.  So when the media says let's go to war in Iraq, we just say Yeah man yeah!  We're kinda like sheep: baaaaa.  Maybe that's why I'm not that into this flick. 
Back in 2003 before Iraq was invaded, before WMD were even an issue, while the media was saying drill baby drill, I mean kill baby kill, pretty much everyone did the sheep thing and supported the war.  Because the fucked up moronic media said so.  Did the media see the financial crisis coming?  No.  The media is about as bright as 7th grader.  In 2003 I was saying: uh...the 9/11 terrorists are all dead, and they were from Yemen, Saudi Arabia.  So sorry, invading Iraq is wrong, period.  But I suspected there was some other justification.
Hello, if you want to go to Iraq to build police stations to secure your access to oil go for it, but don't count on public support if you tell them the truth.  On the other hand, if you think you can afford a war and PR nightmare be my guest, and apparently the upper echelons of power did think it was worth it.  Everyone fell for the WMD slash 9/11 ruse though, and you tell me if that loss of credibility has been worth the price of oil?  Maybe it has...

Read the New York Times review here.  AO Scott gives it a lot more credit than I do.
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It’s 2003. Damon plays Chief Warrant Officer Roy Miller, head of a WMD-finding unit in Baghdad which keeps coming up empty at all the alleged sites. Suspecting erroneous leads, Miller goes maverick in his attempts to trace their original source, raising eyebrows and fighting the received orthodoxy.
With all we retrospectively know about the wool-pulling to make the case for war, it’s a kick to follow a main character on the ground who smells a rat this early, wary of the stalling tactics the Pentagon (represented by Greg Kinnear’s slippery Clark Poundstone) are offering instead of conclusive proof.
Perhaps the filmmakers would argue that the chain of command in Baghdad was a mess by this point, but it’s particularly hard to believe the leeway Damon’s Miller has to venture off-piste and pursue his private theories, barely without reprimand.
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