I attended two films in a row suffering from exactly the same flaw: the main protagonist left at the climax with no choice, cancelling out any previous drama in the story. First up was "Mickey and the Bear", where the heroine was faced with choosing between staying with her messed-up war vet of a father to care for him, or getting on with her own life by going away to college.
Then came "The Kill Team", a standard-issue anti-war movie whose hero is faced with becoming a whistle blower and putting an end to the murderous activities of his squad in Afghanistan, or becoming part of the killing team. As directed by Dan Krauss, who previously treated the same material to a documentary feature, we can identify with the kid put in a tough situation, but the real-life plot twist after the film's climax robs him of choice, making this just another slice-of-life reality downer.
There are many important issues raised along the way, especially how the military is designed to dehumanize young recruits in order to get them to carry out dangerous missions, as well as numerous side issues like bullying, indoctrination and even the strong effects of violent videogames on an impressionable youngster's psyche, but the crisis of conscience at the center of the story is presented more like a rat in a trap than a potential profile in courage. Worse yet, the key scene involving the killing of an innocent old Afghani civilian is staged so poorly that I couldn't follow clearly exactly what happened, only to witness the hero becoming implicated in the evil around him.
Alexander Skarsgard is fine as the nominal villain of a ruthless squad sergeant, while Nat Wolff as the hero remains a blank throughout. It's a role reminiscent of many that Tom Courtenay delivered brilliantly in the 1960s,/70s, ranging from "The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner" to "One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich", his tortured expressions conveying his situational pain as perhaps no other actor could. But even though we can vicariously, from the safety of our cinema seat far from war, identify with Wolff's Andrew Briggman, by film's end this is just another piece of escapism, in which the viewer can go home with a "Whew!", thanking God that one doesn't find oneself in Briggman's predicament.
Then came "The Kill Team", a standard-issue anti-war movie whose hero is faced with becoming a whistle blower and putting an end to the murderous activities of his squad in Afghanistan, or becoming part of the killing team. As directed by Dan Krauss, who previously treated the same material to a documentary feature, we can identify with the kid put in a tough situation, but the real-life plot twist after the film's climax robs him of choice, making this just another slice-of-life reality downer.
There are many important issues raised along the way, especially how the military is designed to dehumanize young recruits in order to get them to carry out dangerous missions, as well as numerous side issues like bullying, indoctrination and even the strong effects of violent videogames on an impressionable youngster's psyche, but the crisis of conscience at the center of the story is presented more like a rat in a trap than a potential profile in courage. Worse yet, the key scene involving the killing of an innocent old Afghani civilian is staged so poorly that I couldn't follow clearly exactly what happened, only to witness the hero becoming implicated in the evil around him.
Alexander Skarsgard is fine as the nominal villain of a ruthless squad sergeant, while Nat Wolff as the hero remains a blank throughout. It's a role reminiscent of many that Tom Courtenay delivered brilliantly in the 1960s,/70s, ranging from "The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner" to "One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich", his tortured expressions conveying his situational pain as perhaps no other actor could. But even though we can vicariously, from the safety of our cinema seat far from war, identify with Wolff's Andrew Briggman, by film's end this is just another piece of escapism, in which the viewer can go home with a "Whew!", thanking God that one doesn't find oneself in Briggman's predicament.