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SICARIO (Villeneuve, 2015)

This movie made the still-alive Noam Chomsky roll in his grave. What could have been an interesting dissection of United States’ intervention in other countries really lacks the necessary nuance and character depth it strives for.

We open on one of the countless drug raids courtesy of the US’ War on Drugs. This one led by Emily Blunt’s Kate Macer. After she discovers dozens of decaying corpses in a cartel’s safehouse; she seeks a resolution to finding the man ultimately responsible. She attempts to find it in the form of Josh Brolin’s DOJ-led task force with his secret weapon Bennecio Del-Toro. When she realizes the task force operates increasingly outside the law, she has to face her own morals and where they fit in.

Compounded by Villeneuve’s confident direction, Deakins’ gorgeous cinematography and Jóhannsson’s intense score; we do get glimpses of intense thrills and brilliance. Unfortunately, Sheridan’s screenplay really loses its’ shine character-wise. Both Brolin’s Graver and Del Toro’s Gillick are the same vague killing machines they were in minute one of the film. Blunt’s Macer hardly changes, and Kaluuya’s Wayne remains wasted.

Sicario is ultimately a frustrating flick because we do get tiny peeks of really great stuff. It’s definitely worth your time to watch it; but it just can’t seem to connect the dots that would elevate it.