The other day a friend tipped me off to film distributor Eamonn Bowles‘ comments about his company’s new Iraq doc, “No End in Sight,” which indieWIRE‘s Brian Brooks reported on during the film’s debut at Sundance back in January. “There is no doubt as far as movies go, there really is an Iraq fatigue,” Bowles told The New York Times this week. “It really is palpable.”
Those words kept ringing in my head as I finally sat down to watch Charles Ferguson‘s “No End in Sight” on Friday night. Indeed, as I watched this movie it began to feel more and more familiar. Now, as a frequent festival traveler, doc aficionado and news junkie, I’ve watched a lot of big and small screen stories about the people, history, politics and soldiers involved with the war, in addition to reading a few books on the subject. Yet, I began to wonder why this movie was not as original and insightful as I had been told.
It wasn’t until 1 hour and 20 minutes in that I suddently realized that I watched the powerful “No End in Sight” at Sundance — on the final day of the festival — after it won its award. It was the last film I saw at the festival this year, but true to Bowles’ point, my Iraq fatigue is palpable (and mind-bending).