World Trade Center
The best I can say about Oliver Stone’s World Trade Center is that I was able to sit through the whole thing without wanting to walk out. But I wouldn’t call it a good movie either. Patriotic Americans are going to eat it up. Everyone in the movie is a hero. We never see what it’s like to hear the bad news about a relative who died when the towers collapsed; we only get to know the families of the policemen who live. Then there’s the businessman / former marine who dusts off his old uniform and covertly makes his way to ground zero, as it was called, to look for survivors. What a guy! He’s not even signed up, but like he says to one of the men in the rubble, “You are my mission!” There’s an even better scene near the end where he decides to officially sign up to the marines again because, “Someone has to avenge this.” Great. (George W. Bush is going to love this movie.) World Trade Center may have some basis in truth, but you can’t believe anything Oliver Stone throws at you no matter how straightforward his direction is in this film; he still manages to put his fingerprints all over this one. It’s just another sentimental, flag-waving, I-love-America movie. In the context of the events of 9/11, that seems unnecessary to me.
Tags: Oliver Stone