Kathryn Bigelow's
Zero Dark Thirty is a long, dark, brooding meditation upon the high-cost--morally, ethically, personally, financially, on our reputation, our infrastructure, our humanity--of America's decade-long and uncathartic, unredemptive manhunt for Osama bin Ladin, a point underscored by the almost off-hand, anticlimactic manner in which bin Ladin is assassinated, while the expensive, state-of-the-art helicopter that was downed during the operation is exploded dramatically on-screen; that is, this utter waste of American resources receives more screen-time than the murder this entire film has ostensibly been building towards. The juxtaposition is jarring.
And you know what else is jarring? That awkward moment when you realize that the SEAL Team Six commander is Andy Dwyer from "Parks and Recreation."
Seriously, Bigelow expects me to accept that this goofball:
Is also this guy:
Slow cap, Ms. Bigelow, slow clap!
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