The Hurt Locker is a riveting, suspenseful portrait of the courage under fire of the military’s most unrecognized heroes: the technicians of the bomb squad, who volunteer to challenge the odds and save lives in one of the world’s most dangerous places. Three members of the Army’s elite Explosive Ordnance Disposal (EOD) squad battle insurgents and each other as they seek out and disarm a wave of roadside bombs on the streets of Baghdad -- in order to try and make the city a safer place for Iraqis and Americans alike. Their mission is clear - protect and save - but it’s anything but easy, for the margin of error on a war-zone bomb is zero. A thrilling and heart-thumping look at the effects of combat and danger on the human psyche, The Hurt Lockeris based on the first-hand observations of journalist and screenwriter Mark Boal, who was embedded with a special bomb unit in Iraq.
War may be hell, but watching war movies can also be hell, especially when they don't get to the point. Often gripping at a straight thriller level, but increasingly weakened by its fuzzy (and hardly original) psychology, Kathryn Bigelow's The Hurt Locker, centered on an elite U.S. bomb squad in Baghdad, doesn't bring anything new to the table of grunts-in-the-firing-line movies. Modest biz looks likeliest. The major problem with the script by journalist Mark Boal, who was embedded with a bomb squad in Baghdad four years ago, is that it's unclear where the drama in "Locker" really lies. It's emphatically not a "cut the red wire!" countdown thriller -- these guys get by on old-fashioned guts and instinct rather than sissy hardware -- but it's not a pure men-under-stress drama either. In fact, Boal's script stirs a little of everything into the pot, which boils down into seven setpieces divided by brief intervals of camaraderie/conflict among the three protags. Three of the setpieces don't even involve defusing bombs, and are basically there to broaden the action and deepen the characters. But whether it's the adrenaline rush, a death wish, macho posturing or just "doin' a job" that drives these men is little clearer by the end than it is at the beginning. After an opening quotation that "war is a drug," pic jumps straight into the action as an Explosive Ordinance Disposal team, led by iron-jawed Sgt. Matt Thompson (Guy Pearce), is called in to examine a suspicious pile of rubble. When the robotic hardware goes on the fritz, Thompson "suits up" in protective clothing and does the job by hand -- recklessly, as it proves. Attention-grabbing opening reel -- with handheld, slightly grainy lensing, nervous cutting and one sound effect that will test any theater's woofers -- sets the tone, and much of the content, of the next two hours. When Staff Sgt. William James (Jeremy Renner) arrives to take Thompson's place as head of the three-man unit, it's clear he's even more of a cowboy than his predecessor. Conflict between him and his deputy, by-the-book Sgt. J.T. Sanborn (Anthony Mackie), comes to a head early on. Meanwhile, cornball Specialist Owen Eldridge (Brian Geraghty), is taking voluntary counseling with a Bravo Company colonel, Cambridge (Christian Camargo). Unlike many men-in-war movies, "Locker" concentrates on a small number of characters that are clearly identifiable from the start. Even in the setpieces involving considerable military backup, the dramatic focus is kept tight on the three protags. Especially in their first two assignments, this works very well, with James the guy on the ground while Sanborn rat-a-tats orders as he and Eldridge scan the surrounding buildings for snipers or trigger men.
It's when the movie starts to fan out at the 45-minute mark -- with a developing friendship between James and a jive-talkin' Arab kid, "Beckham" (Christopher Sayegh) -- that the script starts to show signs of artificially straining for character depth. As the end of Bravo Company's rotation approaches, James threatens to go off the rails in some highly manufactured (and not especially enlightening) ways. Flip-flop final reel is limp. After a couple wobbly entries, it's good to see Bigelow again flexing her gift for sheer physicality. Even when the men are mouthing commonplace dialogue or male-bonding cliches, there's a real feel for them on a flesh-and-blood level. Helmer's ability to create a sense of ever-present menace, seen in her early pictures, pumps up scenes in which the trio is silently "observed" by hostile/curious Arab bystanders. Film steers clear of questioning the U.S. presence in Iraq and, with a couple brief exceptions, treats its entire Arab cast as either faceless cannon fodder or potential threats. This may sit uneasily with some viewers, even though it's clear early on that this is more a dramatic choice than a political one. Renner is fine as James, especially in his freewheeling early scenes played off against his suspicious colleagues. It's basically Renner's film: Mackie and Geraghty are just OK, and other roles are bits. Ralph Fiennes pops up briefly as a Brit mercenary, and David Morse contributes a memorable thumbnail of a complete military psychopath. This was a powerful story, no doubt. With a few scenes that were a little hard for me to sit through. The story and intensity grabs a hold of you and doesn't let go and for me that was a bit too much. With that said, this gets a 3 on my "Go See" scale.
No comments:
Post a Comment