In Theaters: Green Zone

Movieline Score: 7

But don't get too hung up on all that: what's really on offer is a bloody good ride. Having set up the successful Bourne franchise with Damon, Greengrass here seems determined to take their act on the road, perhaps put it in service of more substantive material. The result can be disorienting and occasionally specious, but for the most part the effect is one of pure exhilaration. From the jolt of the opening raid to the churning war rooms and high caliber action, for viewers (perhaps I should say liberal viewers) it is fascinating to watch these events unfold clearly and coherently, and in the way Americans seem most willing and able to receive them: on screen and at a slight remove.

Damon is in full truth-seeking cipher mode: a comforting, authoritative presence, his Miller is the All-American Private Ryan all grown up and hella pissed. It seems in this new war one must betray the American government in order to serve the American -- and Iraqi -- people. Having filched a notebook containing the safehouse information for Saddam's old guard during an unauthorized raid, Miller bounds through devastated Baghdad (United 93 and The Hurt Locker cinematographer Barry Ackroyd channels Greengrass's signature hand-held, white-knuckle style), searching for WMDs and then a Ba'athist lynchpin the Pentagon is racing to assassinate.

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Screenwriter Brian Helgeland (working from Rajiv Chandrasekaran's exposé, Imperial Life in the Emerald City) negotiates the knotty moral and logistical terrain with a measure of grace and restraint uncommon to the genre. The character of Miller's tipster and then translator Freddy (Khalid Abdalla) manages to transcend the ghetto of narrative devices and actually put a compelling face on the Iraqi people. Even the clear and potentially gratuitous references to Abu Ghraib, journalistic shilling ("When do you check the story?" Damon asks Ryan, leaving the "duh" unspoken), and Saddam's execution before international trial ("It is not for you to decide what happens here," says Freddy) land smoothly. Already sketchy allegiances shift with desperate frequency, and even Miller's intent loses focus several times: the concept of the truth is in murderous flux when Saddam's number two man comes across as something dangerously close to tragically misunderstood.

The penultimate sequence, a tour de force of hot pursuit, tests the limits of this kind of hybrid, in addition to completely beggaring this viewer's equilibrium (I saw several people rush for the doors). As it succumbs to an anonymous action set piece, the film's other hyper-generic constructs are set into relief: Miller, an avatar for a frustrated public, amounts to an empty, golden uniform; you might walk away from Green Zone convinced that Greg Kinnear singlehandedly perpetrated the Iraq war. Greengrass has embraced the risk inherent in turning a true, unpopular story into a mainstream entertainment, but as the film's ultimate false note of triumph confirms, he can't quite handle the responsibility.

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Comments

  • JAB says:

    Y'all nailed the review with the words "a bloody good ride". This Greengrass's 5th straight unqualified smash.
    I read the book by Chadrasekaran, loved it but didn't expect much of it to make it up on screen -- the book is a must read but is basically plotless & not made to be a movie.
    Even though GREEN ZONE is fiction it has a lot of the factual book in it. I was shocked, but then again this is Greengrass working with another excellent screewriter.
    As far as the criticisms about his camera movement go I say don't get on the bloody rollercoaster if you get motion sickness. He is, without a doubt, the best action director working & the adrenaline stimulates your brain too.
    However if you believe anything broadcast on FOX News then avoid this film like Rush Limbaugh's medicine cabinet & pantry. You won't like what you find.