Saw this film yesterday. It is apparently a true story about the killing of a terrorist leader who knocked down some buildings in America a decade ago. This makes it sound modern and topical, but I thought it most intriguing for its use of tropes from the old epics. The protagonist, a young CIA agent, gets so personal and obsessive about her mission that when presented with Osama bin Laden’s mutilated corpse, she does a Draupadi and washes her lustrous amber tresses in his blood (and yes, the film is generally very fond of her hair). Then she does an Achilles and drags him around the military camp behind her Lamborghini until his dad shows up and says please can I have his body back. Then she quietly weeps as classical heroes do when, having vanquished their arch-enemies and fulfilled their life’s great purpose, they realise it's all downhill from here and that even the in-flight sandwiches on the trip home will be stale. 
I can’t guarantee that these are all accurate representations of what occurred in the film, but they were the interpretations my good friend Shougat and I preferred as we sat giggling through the final 15 minutes. Which can only mean one thing: expect Oscars to be bestowed.
(Okay, seriously? Didn’t think the film was too bad – some good moments in the midsection along with some almost-too-conscientious non-Hollywoodising – but it got a little trite in the end. Plus, watching a film with Shougat is a good way of ensuring that you spend much of your time laughing at it regardless of its overall quality. This is the same boy who savaged my Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King experience a decade ago by repeatedly imploring Frodo and Samwise to get down to actual making out instead of just looking chastely into each other’s eyes.)
I can’t guarantee that these are all accurate representations of what occurred in the film, but they were the interpretations my good friend Shougat and I preferred as we sat giggling through the final 15 minutes. Which can only mean one thing: expect Oscars to be bestowed.(Okay, seriously? Didn’t think the film was too bad – some good moments in the midsection along with some almost-too-conscientious non-Hollywoodising – but it got a little trite in the end. Plus, watching a film with Shougat is a good way of ensuring that you spend much of your time laughing at it regardless of its overall quality. This is the same boy who savaged my Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King experience a decade ago by repeatedly imploring Frodo and Samwise to get down to actual making out instead of just looking chastely into each other’s eyes.)
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