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Zero Dark Thirty

Wanna know what the title means? Google it.

For a woman, director Kathryn Bigelow sure knows how to capture the very masculine military life. She made her mark with 2008’s The Hurt Locker, where she beat out her ex-husband James Cameron for the Best Director Oscar. This year, she is not nominated for directing Zero Dark Thirty, a film about the manhunt for Osama Bin Laden (or Usama, because they refer to him in the film as UBL, which sounds like an amateur basketball league).

"Uh... Ukranian Basketball League?"

To make sure this isn’t a testosterone-laced film, the filmmakers have included two women in the cast. Jessica Chastain plays Maya, the lead character who lead the manhunt, thereby making it a “woman-hunt” (yes, I know, that was forced). Then there’s also the pretty Jennifer Ehle as Jessica, who sadly died in a bomb explosion and did not live to see UBL’s corpse.

What the hell are they pointing at?

But like the usual Bigelow films, for every female character, there are like ten thousand male characters. Among them are some of my favorites, including the chameleon Mark Strong, and James Gandolfini in a nice guy role totally unlike Tony Soprano. Other penises who lent a hand in the acting department include Kyle Chandler (a.k.a. the poor man’s Alec Baldwin), Harold Perrineau (a.k.a. Link from the second and third Matrix films), Édgar Ramírez (a.k.a. that Latino guy from Domino), Joel Edgerton, and of course the great Stephen Dillane.

And these guys.

The most commendable thing in this movie, in my opinion, is Greig Fraser’s cinematography. There something about perfectly executed night shots that is just so pleasing to the eye. Too bad Mr. Fraser’s work here is not nominated for an Oscar. Boo.

Zero Dark Thirty. USA. 2012.

Rating: 7.5 / 10

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