Green Zone sees an American war from the perspective that we're not the champions, not the badasses, but the rubes. Its understanding is that Iraq's fictitious "weapons of mass destruction" weren't there, that neocons within the administration falsified them, lied about them, were prepared to kill to conceal their ruse. That's definitely one more feature of the emerging account that's increasingly surfaced about Iraq, the, um, stunning awakening that we went to war under hollow pretenses. This is a thriller that presents characters and scenarios that have candid true-life analogies, but it is a thriller. Its director made the second and third Bourne films, and shoulders his formula to Baghdad, starring Matt Damon as a relentless action hero.
However this thriller isn't just a thriller. It has a bottom line to defend: Pivotal disregards at the beginning rendered a capable and efficient victory unfeasible, and turned Bush's "Mission Accomplished" photo-op into a monumental misconception. At the heart of the plot is the U.S.'s crucial mistake in the field, which was to fire the Iraqi army and leave them in limbo with their weapons. The Iraqi army had no particular adoration for Saddam and might have had a beneficial, balancing impact. Rather, they were rendered jobless, estranged, armed.
Damon, playing Chief Warrant Officer Roy Miller, is at the beginning commanding a sweep on a believed WMD storage site. Nothing there. Another sweep, meant to find weapons of chemical warfare, results in nada. Since some of these seizures yield fatalities, he starts to challenge the intelligence reports: He speaks out at a briefing, and sort of remarkably finds himself in confrontation with a U.S. intelligence agent named Poundstone, played by Greg Kinnear, completely persuasive as always. Of course he's disciplined with the same old platitudes, told to carry out his orders, but is overheard by Brown, a burly, seasoned CIA man, a Middle East long-timer. Soon he's relaying his concerns to Brown.
The CIA, as in real life, has no information to corroborate the WMD allegations, is removed from the discourse, and Poundstone's not only the engineer of the neocon fabrications, but their hatchet man, with even a military group responsible just to him. Miller also meets a New York newspaperwoman (Amy Ryan, whose versatility I find amazing whenever I watch her after seeing her in something else before), whose reports about a classified Iraqi informant have accredited the WMD propaganda. From her, he finds that Bath Party Gen. Al Rawi met with Poundstone in Jordan, yet, contrary to the reference Poundstone pointed out, plainly told him Saddam had no WMDs. So the bad intel was manufactured to rationalize the war the neocons wanted. Also a considerable leg up for Miller is Freddy, a local who begrudgingly risks his life to be that, functioning as a translator and providing the film's most essential bit of dialogue.
Have I made the storyline seem complicated? Paul Greengrass and screenwriter Brian Helgeland unfold it with definite simplicity. Character reduction and pigeonholing equal a thicket of deception accessible to foreign policy lay people. I guess that's fine. I mean, if we look at seminal films portraying true accounts of war's immediate experience, we're not watching good vs. evil. We're watching everyone being corrupted by the obligatory nature of killing, witnessing so many being killed, and the bankruptcy of policy that leads to millions of souls being sent to do that. In a way, distilling it into a thriller plot, a clear-cut hero, a clear-cut villain, as well as to bring it to the screen with such a naturalistic approach, seems to trivialize how war's always enticing to young men who know nothing of it first-hand, how their blood earns glory for those who continue not to. There are no unscathed soldiers in war.
Nevertheless, Green Zone doesn't trivialize the injustice being done to millions of people over there right now. It puts us right in their faces. Damon's Miller's not just the movie's hero because he runs, jumps, shoots, kills, but because he inherently understands that blind faith will get him and his men killed. He's the voice of protest when it's needed most, when the gushing of "fife and drum," parroted by the media and the pulpit, is demanding him and his men conform, keep step, comply in silence with the sovereign word of command. The action is captured with tons of quick cuts flanked by hand-held shots. Despite all our assumptions that it'd be like another Bourne film, it features no action sequences that are a hundred-to-one realistically. When we see a chase that couldn't happen in the real world, we automatically become conscious of the visual effects. When they could happen, we're consistently conscious of the story.
This movie has been on the inevitable hit list of those continuing to rationalize the fabricated intelligence we accepted as a justification to raid Iraq. Indeed, truth tends to be war's first casualty. Yes, the film too is fiction, uses implausible long-shots and implausibly puts one man in the middle of all the action. It is a thriller, not a documentary. But the facts ever present and the essence of the neocon injustices have by now been made very evident.
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