Directed by: Steven Spielberg
4 stars
::spoiler alert::

I’m going to try and forget all about the old woman whose perfume bottle apparently exploded all over her who sat right next to me when there was an entire theatre full of seats and concentrate on the movie itself. Which is hard to do when it smells like every single lady at Saks’ perfume row sprayed at the exact same time.
I’m going to admit it: There were times when my mind hurt, trying to piece together what was going on. There were times when my date leaned over to ask me what was going on & I couldn’t answer him with any certainty. (thank you, for whispering & not being an annoying question-asker —- i love you!) When talking about the movie 24+ hours later, he mentioned that he had a hard time following it at times.
My response was that while we both were having “huh?” moments, I like that Spielberg didn’t dumb it down for the audience. True, if we were older, we may have more of a working knowledge of the events that September 1972. But he didn’t pander to us young ‘uns, didn’t explain things that didn’t *need* explaining. He let us figure it out throughout the course of the movie.
I like that. It thrust us into the action of the story, the confusion of the main character, played beautifully by Eric Bana (now on my “I’ll watch just about anything that he’s in” list). The truth is, there weren’t any answers, none that were clear-cut, that is.
There also wasn’t a complete resolution, because, as it was based on real-life events, life often doesn’t leave our stories all tied up with a pretty ribbon.
The acting was very well done, the story well-told, direction brilliant.
Don’t go to this movie expecting to see a bang ‘em up movie about assassins. Don’t go expecting to walk out feeling better about yourself or the world.
Do go to this movie to witness a story being told. Do go expecting to ask a lot of questions afterwards.

We could all stand to ask more questions.