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Green Zone
WW Critic's Rating: 61
Among his many achievements with The Bourne Ultimatum, director Paul Greengrass managed two remarkable tasks: He made even the most mundane tasks seem exciting, and he delivered a plot that seemed a hell of a lot smarter than it really was, giving the audience a sense of being rewarded for its intuition even though most of the conspiracy-theory revelations were written on the wall, in bold. And for all its slam-bang action sequences, Greengrass' most suspenseful bit in the film was arguably a scene in which Matt Damon's amnesiac assassin guided a paranoid journalist through a transit station using a cell phone. That scene was whip-smart, it was tense, and it was conducted in a style that has since been identified with, and stolen from, the director.
With Green Zone, the director re-teams with his unlikely Bourne badass Damon for a story about the early days of the Iraq war, and again Greengrass tries to milk maximum tension out of every aspect of the film—only this time it's executed so ham-fistedly that it comes off as a cheap knockoff of his own style. No amount of flashy editing, no grainy cinematography by The Hurt Locker's Barry Ackroyd, intense music or shakycam pandemonium will ever, ever, make a Google search exciting. Yet Green Zone has several sequences of white-knuckle Googlery—oh, and Microsoft Outlooking—throughout a dull narrative that packs neither surprises nor punches.
Green Zone follows Damon's Warrant Chief Miller, tasked with finding WMDs in the months following the 2003 invasion of Iraq (SPOILER ALERT: He doesn't find any). Using a mysterious informer code-named Magellan for intelligence, Damon and his team grow frustrated with dead-end leads, and that's when our hero gets to scowling and asking questions. Before you can say "Mission Accomplished," Damon is balls deep in shifty politicians forcing a meritless war (led by a sleepwalking Greg Kinnear). He's also dodging bullets, following leads, frowning and Googling his ass off. The great Amy Ryan shows up for a wasted stint as a hapless journalist, while Brit heavyweight Brendan Gleeson plays a CIA agent who appears to have taken vocal coaching lessons from Burgess Meredith, spouting lines about intergovernmental conspiracies that seem pulled from a John Grisham book.
Ah, but Grisham this isn't. Green Zone takes its cue from Rajiv Chandrasekaran's Imperial Life in the Emerald City, and it's a shame the result is such a tin-eared, hindsight-benefitted finger wag at our rush to Iraq. As Damon tracks a disbanded Bathist general through alleys during a series of hastily edited and incomprehensible chases, we get all kinds of good ideas that never pop, from a good-hearted and legless Iraqi informer to a trip to a prison populated with black hoods. Even Greengrass' usually jarring action sequences fall flat. Just like our hero, the film trudges on to dead-end leads. We're seeking a payoff—or at least some Bourne-style ass beating—that doesn't actually exist. R.
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WWeek 2015