Truly appreciating what the men and women of the U.S. armed forces risk their lives to do is near impossible, save for witnessing the work first hand. It's another level of bravery, a job where skill can only take a person so far. In Lone Survivor, writer/director Peter Berg attempts to bring us close enough for understanding. Dropping the audience into the events of “Operation Red Wings,” the movie is a visceral, violent, worst-case scenario where each bullet hit is gratuitously depicted for maximum brutality.
The tactic purposefully wrenches the gut, though it also serves to aggrandize Berg's cast. The director's reverence for the Navy SEALs transforms men into martyrs, grinding the emotion of a no-win skirmish down to pure schmaltz. By the time AK-47 wielding members of the Taliban are gunning down the four central SEALs (the hefty middle portion of the film), they stride forward as symbols of brotherhood, perseverance, and American badassery rather than people. The source material and Berg's filmmaking skills give Lone Survivor more integrity than a Schwarzenegger movie, but plays out with the same larger-than-life heroism.
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