This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.

Taliban fighters are ignominiously dispatched in gloriously juicy splatters; our protagonist's comrades valiantly fall in majestic slow-motion. All that's missing are insert shots of awed, teary-eyed observers. Hooyah.

Sordidly compelling story completely subverted by artless, sub-television news magazine-level treatment. From the hackneyed, on-the-nose music cues to the tacky visual graphics to the truly tasteless decision to employ invented (and utterly banal) narration from a deceased non-fictional character as a framing device for the proceedings, this was alternately risible, appalling and infuriating. I laughed that nobody bothered editing out the moment during the talking head interview segment where the camera operator had to abruptly recover from the hammy psychiatrist excitedly leaning out of frame.