American Sniper demonstrates that Hollywood doesn’t know how to make war movies.

Let’s walk through this paragraph.

The list of films that stand in stark thematic contrast to American Sniper is long. Just to name a few: MTV Films made Stop-Loss, with Ryan Phillippe, Channing Tatum, and Joseph Gordon-Levitt, in which a group of young soldiers nearly run off to Mexico rather than go back to Iraq. It was little more than a sexed-up infomercial warning young men off military service. In the Valley of Elah, starring Tommy Lee Jones, was a tepid murder mystery masquerading as a morbid meditation on post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD). Washed-up auteur Brian De Palma made Redacted, a graphic film about American soldiers who rape an Iraqi girl and murder her family. Matt Damon starred in Green Zone, a heavy-handed thriller about a government conspiracy to hide WMDs in Iraq. (Green Zone was loosely based on the work of Washington Post reporter Rajiv Chandrasekaran, who was widely rebuked for misrepresenting his need to be evacuated by helicopter from his military embed in Afghanistan. The real reason he wanted out: to attend the film’s celebrity-studded premiere.) John Cusack was a twofer. First he starred in Grace Is Gone, a film that egregiously wallows in the grief of a man who can’t bring himself to tell his kids his wife was killed serving in Iraq. Then he made War, Inc., a painfully unfunny satire about corporate profiteers amid a war in the fictional country of Turaqistan.

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You know, I actually *hadn’t* planned on seeing American Sniper in the theater.

Simply because my interest in films generally begins and ends with the science fiction / fantasy / superhero / action / martial arts genres.  This is no reflection on any decent movie outside of those genres; I’ll probably eventually see it, if it’s good enough. I just don’t want to bother getting into the car and blowing a bunch of cash on a ticket (and even more on snacks*) unless it’s something that I just gotta see now.  But here’s the thing: when the fifth or six person that I’ve previously quietly tagged as a contemptible, six-pounds-of-sh*t-in-a-five-pound-bag miserable suckweasel tells me that a flick is antithetical to everything that they personally believe in… well, I start to believe them.

So I figure that I’ll go see this tomorrow or Wednesday.  Probably a matinee seat won’t be sold out, right? …Well, hopefully.

Moe Lane

*It’s not the same when you smuggle the food in.