Sure it's heavy-handed.
Sure Jennifer Garner's character is not a realistic human being.
Sure it kind of wastes talent like J.K. Simmons and Dennis Haysbert.
Sure the narration and some of the dialogue can be VERY on-the-nose.
It has an emotional core. It has great performances (mostly). There's something about this movie that really struck me. I don't get the hate.
Zero Dark Thirty is not a film that treats its audience with delicacy. The film is cold and calculated, like the characters, featuring unflinching looks at the torture of detainees and terrorist attacks all building up to the climax, which is one of the most intense sequences in any film I've seen in quite a while. Powerful and emotional, Zero Dark Thirty is the best film of 2012, but it is not my favorite.
In the fall of 2012, my grandmother passed away. It had been a long battle with lung cancer, pneumonia, arthritis, and the effects of old age. The last interaction I had with her was on the day I got cast for my school's fall play, The Laramie Project. When I went into the hospice room, she was pretty out of it. She barely knew where she was and whom she was with. I sat down next to her bed, grabbed…