Even worse than I had expected, but for totally different reasons.
This could have been an interesting film about war and post-traumatic stress disorder. In fact, there are moments when I imagine the film thinks it *is* a film about PTSD. But it’s actually just Clint continuing to pontificate about What It Means To Be A Man.
Bradley just looks vacant, and the attempts at showing any elements of humanity are ham-fisted.
If this man is genuinely an American hero, then I despair.