This film was a staple of my viewing diet during the early years of the Iraq war, which was a (personally, literally) traumatic time in my life. I felt a sudden urge to revisit it tonight, which makes sense given recent events. The following was retrieved from a dusty corner of the internet -- a few quick thoughts I posted somewhere in June 2005, when I was still working on my never-completed dissertation about the American Left.
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This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
I don't even know how to watch movies like this anymore. I assume this script is what happens when you decide to make a small character film that requires tens of millions of dollars' worth of special effects. I kept thinking about the Bruce Willis and Julia Roberts movie at the end of The Player.
I've come up with one scenario where this film isn't aggressively stupid. You know how the entire script is built around the idea that Sandra…