The movie depicts what war is: a big fucking mess. You don’t know who’s a friend and who’s not, there are guns everywhere, you can buy people’s friendship, you can get killed on a misunderstanding, and the police has its own agenda. The motto is pretty much “kill or get killed,” which is how you start a violent revenge circle. At the end of the day, it’s not just a bad guy that’s killed, it’s a human who had a mother, and perhaps a wife and children. As French poet Jacques Prévert wrote: “quelle connerie la guerre.” or “what a fucking stupidity war is.”
13 Hours is a well produced, impressive movie with guns, explosions, gunshots, guns, explosions, blood, and tears. It shows how civilians go on living when their city is uprising, and gorgeous landscapes polluted by the aftermath of war. It also shows the complexity of war and its opposed interests, and it is a tribute to those two American soldiers that gave their live during this attack.