Investigative journalist Jeremy Scahill is pulled into a surprising journey as he chases down the hidden truth behind America’s expanding covert wars.
I wish Rowley didn’t so often dabble in standard movie-thriller-style stylistics, but his film is an exposé of practices that need – demand – exposing.
The film is a documentary, pure and simple. But the movie, by director Rick Rowley, plays out like something of a murder mystery.
Even after The Hurt Locker and Zero Dark Thirty, this brings us chillingly closer to the real story of the post-Iraq shitstorm.
Ably leads us through its extensive investigation, faltering only when the camera lingers on Jeremy Scahill for a touch too long at the expense of his interview subjects.
These wars being fought in our name may be dirty, but this courageous film reminds us that as long as we have a free press, they don’t have to be secret.
It takes pains to make the political personal, forging the viewer’s identification with Scahill by making persistent use of his voiceover narration and keeping him oncamera throughout.
The movie has rather silly, Bourne-style thriller graphics, which are unnecessary: it has an important story to tell.