Movie Review: Uri

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It is troubling to see how easy it can be to dupe people into watching propaganda.

Stick a pretty face onto the project, add in lots of scenes for maximum emotional impact. Some basic cliches about nationalism, some nonsense about one's blood boiling for one's country, orphaning kids in the course of war, and somehow managing to blame the other army for it.

All nuance is immediately lost. Otherwise discerning people completely forget that violence isn't condoned in civil society. Simply because it's perpetrated on "terrorists" of a different nationality, all is justified. Our brave soldiers versus their barbarian hordes, over and over again.

I'm all for necessary violence, to be sort of honest. But I've always felt that it should be through the neutral, detached, dispersal of justice rather than blind-rage fueled revenge fantasies. That's how people lose perspective. That's how you start thinking about the people who live down the road, and how they look very much like the stereotypical villains murdering our brave soldiers onscreen.

But as long as "the josh is high", what does it matter, right? As long as I will never, ever be targeted in this sort of hate wave, why should it concern me? To me, "it's just a movie." I get to enjoy it, because I'm precisely the kind of person who would benefit from all the hate mongering.

What would it take for people to see that?

As I get more and more disillusioned, I just can't help thinking that nothing would ever suffice. Self-interest and petty, vacuous self-serving bullshit is always going to win over giving a basic fuck about your countrymen not being discriminated against, bullied, lynched or murdered.

PS: The only piece of half-decent acting in this travesty was thanks to the little girl. Otherwise this is just a whole flaming ball of cliched garbage with no redeeming points whatsoever.

I've seen a lot of political advertisement, but this may just be the first time a whole goddamn movie was invested in. 

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