What: The Hurt Locker (2009)
Rating: 8
Non-Quantifiable Rating: Kathryn Bigelow's divorce settlement awarded her primary custody of the talent.
There is one scene in The Hurt Locker that lasts about ten minutes, and not much happens. There is almost no dialogue, and - in a truly rare cinematic choice - there is no background music to man-handle the viewer into a feeling a particular emotion. Nobody jumps out of a bush to yell "Boo!" and nothing explodes.
I was on the edge of my seat for the whole scene.
I wish I could pinpoint what made this movie so compelling in spite of the glaring lack of traditional suspense movie-style trappings. Perhaps because it's an (apparently) incredibly realistic depiction of a real-life setting that is (apparently) characterized by simultaneous terror and boredom. Those of us who have never experienced war first-hand are in no position to judge the quality of realism in this film, but Bigelow sure made me feel like I had a front-row seat.
There is something beautiful about this film, which feels like a truly twisted thing to say. It's brilliantly shot, and has a jarringly sparse quality about it that puts it in stark contrast to the glitz and effects of so many films today (coughcough Avatar coughcough). It may not be as obviously groundbreaking as Bigelow's famous ex's recent effort, but it manages to take a frequently filmed topic and make it feel terrifyingly new. See it.









