13 Hours: The Secret Soldiers of Benghazi

Michael Bay is searching and doesn't know which way to go. He may be aging and maturing in certain creative aspects, but at the same time he is dramatically losing his directorial touch and there is almost nothing left of what entertained his millions of fans and die-hard worshippers in the 90s and 00s. Nowadays they're more or less experiments meant to evoke some sort of shift in the viewer's perception, but I want the old Armageddon and 14 cuts per second back, not a half digital copy of Black Hawk Down where the dying and marine feeling is similarly raw but formally lost before our eyes. The viewer is eventually hit by explosions and bullets, but not entirely in a positive way. It's not as it should be. (02/05/2016)

13 Hours subjectively ends it, Michael Bay pulls one pathetic cartridge after another from his sleeve, there are bloody plastic bags and an American flag... Otherwise, this attempt to grasp the absurdity of the geopolitical situation through a realistic view is pleasantly cheesy. You would go for a beer and a fox hunt with most of the heroes-contractors. They are full-bearded, pert, simple and, unlike over-wise and re-educated operatives, they "know the map". But the action served in waves has balls, a gore factor and dynamics. At times, however, Bay forgets that he wanted to stay short and pulls out his typical mortars. The runtime is hard to defend, and ideologically, this work (like all of Michael's "more thoughtful" films) moves on a minefield of hardness... but it is quite fun, not as sharply cut and cohesive as Black Hawk Down, but it's still reliable enough to the title of the sweatiest and most sentimental macho film of 2016. Too bad Optimus Prime doesn’t emerge at the end. That would be expensive. (01/18/2017)

It's a shame that some of the sympathetic believable bearded men end up being so interchangeable in the chaos, though the film's opening takes quite a bit of care to introduce them as best it can. It's the only thing that bothered me about 13 Hours. But on the other hand, it is quite possible that when I see the film on DVD, I will be able to tell one from the other more easily and it will only improve the film. Michael Bay surprised me - the film is not that pathetic (by his standards!), the action is not overdone and the wait for it is really exciting. The script can afford to let the characters say lines like "It's like Black Hawk Down!" without sounding ridiculous, and the director can use a trick mortar shell flight to refer to the dropping of the Japanese bomb in Pearl Harbor... I hardly noticed the runtime, there was always something going on and everything was in moderation. In short, more than a good film. (02/05/2016)

Michael Bay is a commercial filmmaker with a great grasp of basic genre scales and practices, but he cannot naturalise all the events, including the action sequences, and give them a fatal, physically painful feel. 13 Hours is a prototype of a good action flick, but it desperately lacks any innovative impulse that would elevate it to the category of excellent – the protagonist is presented using the most profane clichés and his only motivation is traditionally to return to his wife and small daughters, while the other players in the story are nothing but passer-bys, hard to tell from one another thanks to identical physical parameters in the action turmoil. The basic plot is plumped up by the annoying figure of the irrational boss, who only acts expediently to further escalate the situation, and finally the action itself doesn't make you completely surrender to it and forget everything else. We can praise the fast pace, thanks to which the runtime doesn't feel excessive, and the opening documentary passage and the related depiction of Benghazi as a real hell on earth, where killing is the order of the day. It's a more sincere and effective film than the disparate Pearl Harbor, but still too contrived and lacking in intensity, a stale looser compared to Black Hawk Down. 60% (05/30/2016)

Bay messes around with digital and doesn't realize that if there's anything his visual signature is good for, it's definitely not high-frequency, especially when combined with a portrayal of real-life traumatic events. The problem is the lighting in general, especially at night, where he fails to avoid his trademark sharp contre-jour and backlighting in almost pastel shades, which successfully ruins the desired feeling of the viewer being in Benghazi with the characters, instead giving the impression of being on set with the actors. It doesn't help at all that there are almost thirty different characters running around the story, a good half of whom look more or less the same and don't differ much in their personal motivations either, since they all miss their families and children. Taken out of context with overwrought visual craziness (where there's supposed to be pain and trauma, there's a TPS shot of a mortar shell landing; where there's supposed to be sweat and tears, there's a charred family photo falling from the sky) doesn't add much to the integrity of it all. So all that's left are a few perfectionistically shot scenes of wartime chaos and a final message from an American soldier to a bloodied Libyan, "You should clean up this mess," which sadly underscores the current toothlessness of American foreign policy, which put out what fires it could for 60 years and has now decided to walk away from it all as if it had nothing to do with it. (05/25/2016)