13 Hours
is based on the accounts of five members of a special operations force [Global
Response Staff (GSR)] that was contracted by the CIA to provide back-up
security in Benghazi, Libya, written up in a book by Mitchell Zuckoff. The team is sent to a “temporary
diplomatic outpost” which they find woefully inadequate in security measures
and they question the competence of the local guards. According to the book and the film, the chief officer
(played by David Constabile) is dismissive of them, questions their judgment,
and is critically slow in making emergency decisions. This is alarming when we learn of the experience and
judgment previously shown by the individuals in the GSR. The film is not meant to be a political
statement or exploration of cultural elements of the September 11, 2012,
attack; it’s a reflection of what the team experienced in the operation, their
doubts, their pain, and love for one another; and, finally, reveals a certain
amount of resentment that the country did not fully acknowledge their heroism.
For the average viewer, the film is difficult
to watch, in that it’s like reading a warrior’s diary that only talks about
battles, the tediousness of waiting for the next round—whatever that may be—and
the frustration of bureaucracy and an incompetent leader. Yes, we see a number of sieges taking
place, the infrared views of terrorists sneaking up to the compound, and
endless exchanges of barrages of bullets and mortars, but through the lens of a
jumpy camera in the dark, which reveals little about who the figures are.
I find that the biggest fault of this film is
that it offers little about the political/social context in which the action
takes place. It seems like the GSR team is so much more
capable than the CIA and the U.S. government powers that be—and that may very
well be true. However, the film
does not provide the viewer with any validation of the premise and does not go
into any of the complexities involved in personal, cultural, or international
terms.
Direction by Michael Bay, cinematography of
Dion Beebe, and the portrayals by actors John Krasinski, Max Martini, and David
Constabile are OK, especially the brother-to-brother talks about what
everything meant in the end; I just wanted more. I am glad to have heard the account of this trying time,
however. Maybe I’m expecting too
much. Wouldn’t it have been great
if the film could have explained more than what the government-appointed review
board and Senate/House Committees uncovered?
Battle scenes galore without much
elucidation.
Grade: C By Donna
R. Copeland
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