I don’t think anyone can fault Spielberg’s intentions, which apparently were to question the endless cycles of attack and revenge between Israel and the Palestinians that have caused so much misery over the past fifty years or so, and the policies of supposely civilized societies that adopt lawless, barbaric tactics to counter percieved threats. Many of the performances were brilliant (Bana’s especially) and the (pardon my french) mise en scene was remarkable. I really did buy into the whole early-seventies ambiance of the thing. So why did the film fall so flat for me?
Mainly, I think there simply wasn’t much that was unexpected, in the story or the motivations of the characters. Maybe I’ve read one too many John le Carre novels, but I’ve seen most everything in this movie before. Once one passes through the atmospherics, what we are left with is a rather pedestrian thriller, with (at least for me) most of the plot points telegraphed well in advance.
I’m also somewhat uncomfortable over the vast number of liberties taken with the actual events described in the film. I don’t normally have too much of a problem with fictionalized films, but this one strays so far from known events that it might have been better to have presented it as entirely fictional.
The whole setup of the assassination team as half-trained semi-amateurs cut adrift in Europe was clearly done to ratchet up the tension and sense of danger, but as the linked Slate article points out, there simply were no such teams fielded in this way. Likewise, I realize that the intelligence organization headed by the Michael Lonsdale character is mainly a plot device to simplify the no doubt complicated means by which information about the assassination targets was obtained, but it was pure fantasy and, frankly, faintly ridiculous.
A special raspberry, BTW, has to go out to the John Williams musical score, which is one of his most bombastic and cliched yet. I really wish Spielberg would give another composer a chance.
Despite the comments above, I’m not saying it’s a bad movie overall, just something of a disappointment. If nothing else, it was at least an interesting departure from most Hollywood output and I’m certainly glad to see that Mr. Spielberg for once has not employed the unbelievably clumsy and sentimental bookending devices that mar so many of his other films.