Back in January I blogged on the flight 93 movie.
"It’s not that this isn’t a great story, nor that it shouldn’t be told. But it hasn’t even been five years, and we’ve got two movies in production dealing with 9/11, one being directed by Oliver Stone of all people. These are stories that should be told, but not so damn quickly. It’s just tasteless, no matter how it’s presented.
"Now, do you think for a second that the hijackers are going to be portrayed as bloodthirsty murdering Islamofascist scum? Not on your life. They’ll be shown in a way that the viewer will begin to understand them, that we might have some insight into why they committed this act. Typical Hollywood bullshit."
I just got back from seeing the movie, and I cannot express how wrong I was. I decided to see if after hearing the commentary from the family members and reading some reviews. There is nothing I can say to describe how good this movie is, except to say that I actually cried in the theater. I can’t remember the last time I actually cried in a theater, but there you go. This is one of the most powerful, moving films I have ever experienced. There is no left-wing equivocation here, no trying to explain the terrorists or humanize them. You know who the good guys and who the bad guys are, and the bad guys are presented as just as fucking evil as we know they were.
Paul Greengrass deserves the Oscar for this film.
Go and see it this weekend. Get your family, your kids, your friends, anyone, and see it. You won’t be disappointed.