Movies are never to be pitted against one another.
Each film should stand on it’s own; each a separate and unique entity, rising and falling solely on the strengths of its qualities, or lack thereof.
On occasion, a film comes along which possesses every quality that creates greatness, and automatically places itself as the “Best”.
The same is true of the opposite.
I bring this up because I do not usually like mentioning other movies but the one at hand.
After watching American Sniper, however, I feel compelled but to talk about two similar, if infinitely better pictures.
The first is Zero Dark Thirty, a superb war drama that remains one of the finest I’ve yet seen.
The other is Full Metal Jacket, which I won’t say much about for thousands upon thousands of words have already been written, and what good could I add to them?
I bring them up because they are what this movie aspires to be.
It fails so miserably and spectacularly so, that I left the cinema upset at what I just had witnessed.
There’s a scene in which one of Kyle’s girlfriend’s tells him, shortly after cheating on him, “Don’t you get it? I do this to get attention!”
Is the audience really that dimwitted, that we need to be told what’s going on, when a simple look at Chris Kyle, as played wondrously by Bradley Cooper, would have informed us of the same?
After the up tenth time of seeing a fabricated marital discussion and what was supposed to represent a moral dilemma, I arrived at the conclusion that yes, this movie does think me the fool.
And while that may be so, today, I won’t give it the pleasure.