But picking on untrained actors for not acting well feels cruel, even if they could murder me effortlessly. Act of Valor is a very violent movie, but because it was made with the cooperation of the Navy, it is correctly violent, with its “correctness” determined by the U.S. government. The bad guys die swiftly, with a flower of blood blossoming on the walls behind them just before they fall, painlessly, to the ground. No innocents are harmed. Everything is strategic and perfect and idealized, with the notable and unfortunate exception of the film-making. The real problem here is in the craftsmanship of directors Mike McCoy and Scott Waugh, and the terrible script by Kurt Johnstad.
Never mind that the good guys aren’t even written to have personalities (the black Navy SEAL’s sole personality trait, for instance, is that he has gold teeth). The bad guys are a multicultural assembly of evil, kind of a Down with People. We have suicide-bombing Filipina Muslims led by a white Muslim who may as well be a Soviet scenery-gnasher from a 1970s James Bond movie (only his violence is of course on steroids, for this ramped-up, War on Terror era; in the beginning of the film, he blows up an ice cream truck, surrounded by a bunch of children, because he is eeeeevil). The malevolent non-Arab Muslims are assisted by a greasy Jewish drug-runner (who informs the SEALs, when he is captured, that the bad guys are planning something that will “make 9/11 look like a walk in the park!”) and Mexican drug lords who help undocumented Mexicans get inside the United States.
Of course, the SEALs win. But of course the most likable one—which is to say, the one with a baby on the way back at home—dies by throwing himself on an enemy’s grenade. Um, spoiler alert. But still, Act of Valor will probably work as a recruitment tool; it’s going to convince a lot of mallrats to try out for the SEALs. Families of soldiers, too, will find comfort in the idea of our boys over there as an incredibly confident team of perfectionists. But the only people who will find any pleasure in this movie, who will cheer at every death and weep during the credits when the names of dead SEALs are paraded across the screen for one final hurrah, are the America First crowd, the red white and blue teabaggers who despise shades of grey, and who love seeing brown people of all types—Muslims, “illegals,” or just all-purpose furners, get massacred by perfect examples of mostly white America in their name.
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