Seven Things I Found Jarring in Zero Dark Thirty
|March 7, 2013|
Kathryn Bigelow and Mark Boal at the 85th Academy Awards; screengrabs by X
by Russell Bennetts
1. John Barrowman.
2. All-too pertinent news clips are shown in the background of two discussion scenes.
3. Music I listen to for pleasure being used for pain. (I know this happened IRL, but nonetheless.)
4. A song that is ‘new’ in the UK is evidently old in USA/Iraq.
5. One person?
6. Maya’s Lana Del Rey impression in the final scene of the movie.
7. The torture.
About the Author:
Russell Bennetts is the editor of Berfrois.
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