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Set in pre-apocalyptic 1999, the plot follows Lenny (Fiennes), an ex-cop turned seedy SQUID (illegal virtual reality discs) dealer, getting wrapped up in a murderous conspiracy that could possibly trace all the way up the police hierarch — but also to Lenny’s “one who got away” ex Faith (Juliette Lewis). Enlisting the help of his friends, including limo driver Mace (Bassett), Lenny tries to track down the killer of an acquaintance and save Faith while bringing wrongdoers to justice. (Think “Blade Runner” meets “Inherent Vice” with hints of “Her” and “Demolition Man.”) The editing is spectacular: A fast-paced robbery jolts the audience into the world of SQUID recordings and the adrenaline never drops too low from there, spiked by cop violence, hooker rape, and multiple murders. Bigelow twists audience expectations with Hitchcockian results. Underneath the aforementioned convoluted plot and futuristic noir trappings, “Strange Days” also provides some of the most thought-provoking social commentary on race and the over-militarized police state in American movies.
During the film’s opening sequence, the camera pans up Vance’s body and we are there — hook, line and sinker — for his threateningly seductive, almost too obvious brand of cool machismo. Upturning Reagan-era 1950s nostalgia, “The Loveless” manages to both celebrate and uproot the genre through deliberately slow pacing and a feminist undercurrent — the latter explored via the gang’s slut and the town tomboy, who catches Vance’s eye. Rather than following a formulaic narrative, the film is more like a meditation on a set of tableaux strung together by close-ups of shiny iconography (leather, knives, and bikes alongside red Coke machines and corvettes) and a Rockabilly soundscape (including Little Richard, The Diamonds, and Brenda Lee).
Maya (Jessica Chastain, giving her most commanding performance to date) flies in the face of a male-heavy military industrial complex, risking her career and countrymen on the strength of her individual hunches and research (“I know certainty freaks you guys out, but it’s 100.”). Through Maya’s hands-on quest, Bigelow taps into some of her earlier tropes: the tired woman-in-a-man’s-world and police procedural plot (“Blue Steel”) as well as a vital military setting (“The Hurt Locker” and “K-19: The Widowmaker”). She places the audience not only within the inner-workings of the FBI abroad through Maya and the sniper team set loose on bin Laden’s compound with POV night-vision lensing but presses the audiences to confront America’s extreme interrogation techniques. The finale asks us whether the eventual outcome justified the terrible wartime tactics leading up to it.
So opens “The Hurt Locker,” a seminal film exploring the tensions of an American three-man bomb disposal unit in 2004 Iraq. The unit patrols the dusty, war-torn landscape (shot over the border in Jordan), ever in danger of militant forces and IEDs (improvised explosive devices). Lead by a maverick-bordering-on-maniac Staff Sergeant William James (Jeremy Renner, giving a subtler-yet-more-intense Riggs for a career-making performance), James has disarmed 783 bombs and often opts to go in himself rather than leave it up to the robot. The film is a high-adrenaline drive through the Iraq War, with Bigelow bringing both her action sensibilities ( “Point Break” and “Strange Days”) and tendency to subvert classic genres (“The Loveless”) to a classic wartime setting. Bigelow immerses the audience in the soldiers’ POVs by focusing on the squadron’s dynamics rather than a shared rallying cry; meanwhile, the use of four Super 16mm cameras capture the visceral realities of war (the film’s name itself is military slang for “somewhere you don’t want to be”). Bigelow’s play on the unseen/unknown (the quiet before the bomb) resonates even more, resulting in an uneasy feeling that stays with the audience long after the credits roll.
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