Similarly great films like “The Hurt Locker” and “Blackhawk Down” were more graphic (and just as profane) but not any more gripping.
For a man who saw a war through the scope of a rifle, the newfound mundaneness of his life is interesting, but it was portrayed far more effectively in the waning, wordless moments of Kathryn Bigelow’s “The Hurt Locker.”
Of course, there have been great war films that didn’t deal directly with the politics of war itself—Kathryn Bigelow’s still-jarring The Hurt Locker (2009), for one—but those films succeeded because their depiction of war was so powerful and the central characters were so compelling.
As we learned from the best of the Vietnam war films, and as superb films about the Middle East war such as The Hurt Locker, Lone Survivor and Zero Dark Thirty have reinforced, America's modern enemies - and, therefore, our enemies - don't recognise the uniforms, rules, protocols, theatres or even age limits of conventional warfare.
The scenes, rich and rife with conflict and drenched with sun and sand, feel borrowed from Katherine Bigelow’s haunting wartime chronicle “The Hurt Locker,” yet there’s no plumbing of the soul or genuine crisis of conscience in Eastwood’s endeavor.
“American Sniper” is an Iraq War movie, a genre so small it pretty much begins and ends with “The Hurt Locker.”