What with all the raves Kathryn Bigelow’s Zero Dark Thirty has been getting—and make no mistake, gang, you’re reading one more of them—it’s not hard to imagine that moviegoers misled by those “It’s all about the SEALs” action trailers will exit her phenomenal dramatization of the hunt for Osama Bin Laden in a considerable snit. Not without sympathy, I can picture them grumbling about what whack priorities reviewers must have. Where are the thrills, where’s the crowing about our ultimate triumph? Why in hell does so much of this sucker—even the ending, for Pete’s sake!—feel like such a downer? Critics, sheesh.
That’s how it goes with Bigelow, who isn’t big on giving audiences what they think they want.