Movie Review: 13 hours

In 2012, we all heard from our media outlets about an Islamic Extremist protest in front of the American diplomatic outpost in Benghazi. Hillary Clinton initially made the claim: People were angry about some shitty Islamophobic Indie movie, which lead to the death of a U.S. ambassador and three CIA operatives. However, it was thought to be strange that the Libyan “protestors” rushed the ambassador to hospital, and over 100,000 Libyans protested the day after, showing solidarity with the Americans.

It was realised, quickly: The attack was pre-meditated – had nothing to do with the Islamophobic movie; Ansa Al-Sharia claimed responsibility.

A mile away from the outpost, stood a large piece of land, resembling a compound which would have belonged to a wealthy Libyan — and it was brought from one. The compound was transformed into a covert CIA outpost. It’s mission: To collect intel and arms stolen from Ghaddafi’s armaments: Cheap, large number of arms could prove devastating for Libya – and it did: The nation is officially a failed state.

The Movie takes us into the lives of six private contractors, hired to bolster security. Though the CIA insisted on low security to keep the outpost covert, many within and outside the compound insisted on better security, warned by Libyan officials, security in Benghazi rapidly de-terioated.

Even though it was not enough, six ex-millitary men were assigned to protect and guard the CIA operatives. The Diplomatic outpost, only a mile away, only boasted a few guards and some Libyan police.

Do you miss those ‘Murican’, “Fuck yeah!” movies ? Look no further…

Jack Silva, our protagonist soldier, left two daughters behind for this mission, solely to keep their lifestyle going, the bills were racking-up. In a new land, foreign language and customs, Jack instantly faces trouble: Driving to the outpost with fellow security, he is stopped by a local militia. Only the cunning words of the driver, Rone, saves them from inevitable death.

From the start, the fear and fragility of security is evident. Michael bay, the director, cruised us early into a feeling of hostility; we are dragged in into the movie from the start.

Their first mission, guarding two operatives out for a dinner, quickly turns into a chase, giving no time to the operatives to complete the assignment.

Though cringe-worthy patriotic, and very ‘cliche’, family and the gap, miles long, between the soldier is attended to throughout. Jack – the others, too – is in constant contact with his family and kids; flashbacks – another cliche – describes these family men’s “human side” — a popular way of humanising the work they do: murder.


In between Skype calls with family and occasional hostile exchange of words, the situation quickly deterioates. A mile away, RPG’s and gunshots can be heard – a terrible, co-ordinated attack is happening. It takes away 20 minutes for the six men to leave to support, due the CIA chief’s reluctance to risk giving away the covert CIA outpost.

The six “family” men manage to push the attack back into retreat. However, one security operative at the diplomatic outposts is dead and the ambassador is missing. Everyone-else is brought back to the “safety” at the CIA outpost. But an attack is imminent. All operatives and workers are ordered to begin packing up.

The six fighters are all massive, well-fed and somehow have battle dirt on their faces before they even begin fighting.

It is best I stop here and allow you the space to enjoy this cliche, patriotic, cringy but ‘fun’ movie. Don’t worry: America is good and cute throughout the whole film and you will never have to face the truth behind what these men serve: A violent empire.




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