Well, OK. I’m behind the times. I happen to live in a city where what films are shown are predicated on (a) how few people (read conservative, Christian people of African descent) will be offended, and (b) how much money the flick will make the theatre. And so things that I really want to see are often (a) banned; (b) run for so short a time you blink and they’re gone; (c) skipped over because “nobody”‘s going to go see them.
Now I can’t say for sure that that’s what happened to Syriana. I can’t say that that’s why I didn’t see the film in the theatres, when everybody else was seeing it. It could’ve been because of my aversion to cellphone conversations while I’m sitting in a $7 seat, or because of my need to see films as matinees, when the smallest possible crowd is in the movie house. But anyway.
We own it on DVD and watched it last night.
And were suitably impressed.
Natch. After all, we’re Seventies Film Junkies, and if there’s one thing this movie reminded me of, it’s a seventies film. Complete with dashed hopes and martyred idealists.
Now I know that though this had some positive critical reviews, it wasn’t overly popular; the blogs I’ve seen on it have indicated disappointment. But from my perspective on the edge of America, where we have more in common with the Persian Gulf than the people in Washington, complete with the wholesale giveaway of our interests to foreign companies (except, well, who really cares about some beach and some sand anyway?). The despair, and the idea that some people might want to stand up and fight out of desperation, were real enough for my purposes.
So. I liked the flick.
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