Sicario movie review: lies, injustice, and the American way

MaryAnn’s quick take: The “War on Drugs” has never felt more like an actual war in this brutal, scathing condemnation of the lawlessness of the battle... on the “good guys” side.
I’m “biast” (pro): love Emily Blunt
I’m “biast” (con): nothing
(what is this about? see my critic’s minifesto)
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The “War on Drugs” may be a bullshit term invented by our overlords to justify overly aggressive policing on local and national levels, and indiscriminate and excessive imprisonment for minor infractions. It may be a self-perpetuating excuse for a never-ending rain of cash for institutions such as for-profit prisons and federal agencies and individuals like cops on the beat and on the take. But the “War on Drugs” has never felt more like an actual war than in Sicario. Yet this is no bit of propaganda designed to sell us that war; it is a scathing condemnation of the lawlessness that the “War on Drugs” has fostered in those fighting it, even — especially — on the side of the supposed good guys.

Director Denis Villeneuve raises the bar on himself after his intense and harrowing Prisoners with a movie that might best be described as “on a warpath”… though not willingly on the part of the protagonist, FBI agent Kate Macer (Emily Blunt: Edge of Tomorrow, The Wind Rises). She serves on a drugs squad, as lead on a hostage-finding and -rescuing team — and as the film begins, we see just how brutal this work can be. Sicario’s opening sequence, a joint FBI and Arizona SWAT operation to raid one of the properties owned by a known drug lord and used for many aspects of the business, is nail-biting and bone-chilling: when one seasoned FBI agent has to step outside to vomit, you almost want to join him. What the cops find inside the house isn’t visually very graphic, but that almost makes it worse, because your imagination fills in the gruesome details. The scene sets the tone for the rest of the film, which will be as akin to that of a horror movie — sleek and elegant horror à la The Silence of the Lambs, not a slasher flick — as it is to that of a war movie.

And yet, Macer’s experience here is nothing compared to what she will encounter when she joins an interagency task force with a much larger purview and goal that she has had. She’s not sure why the task force needs her, and she’s not even sure she’s gotten a clear answer as to who these guys are: is flip-flop- and Hawaiian-shirt wearing badass Matt (Josh Brolin: Everest, Avengers: Age of Ultron) DEA? CIA? Who does civilian-appearing Alejandro (Benicio Del Toro: Guardians of the Galaxy, The Wolfman) represent? It’s someone or somewhere south of the border, obviously, because he calmly, pityingly informs the new girl that “nothing” she witnesses in their work together “will make sense to [her] American ears.”

Macer is no innocent, and no shrinking violet: she was not the one who had to step outside to throw up. But now she is through a looking-glass and down a rabbit hole, and getting deeper at every turn into a world in which the rules she knows don’t apply… and this infuriates her. Her idealism comes smack up against the “realities” of the “War on Drugs”; not that the horrifically messy situations they find themselves in aren’t real, but they are artificially manufactured by everyone on both sides. Matt, at one point, justifies the supremely awful things they’re doing by saying that as long as people are willing to shove white powder up their noses, this won’t end. Unspoken — yet hovering over the entirety of Sicario in a silent criticism — is this: a legal and regulated drug trade would also bring the war we witness here to an end.

Sicario is one of the best movies of the year. For the incredible performances; Villeneuve had to battle for Blunt to take on a part that the Hollywood powers-that-be wanted rewritten for a man (in the script, the first from actor Taylor Sheridan), but she is a huge part of what makes the movie work. Blunt makes Macer tough and smart and capable, but as a woman in what has traditionally been a man’s role — law enforcement, that is, not starring in action dramas — her character also brings the subtle criticism that new perspectives in law enforcement are needed, though not always welcome. (Del Toro is also amazing here.) For the savage atmosphere, which at times feels more like dystopian science fiction than ripped-from-the-headlines actuality. For the pulse-pounding score, by Jóhann Jóhannsson, which thrums like war drums, or a heartbeat. And for how, like Macer, it rages with frustration against the realpolitik — realpolicing? — that has colonized and taken over the ideals of fairness and justice that we pretend rule us.

See also my #WhereAreTheWomen rating of Sicario for its representation of girls and women.

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Thu, Jun 22, 2017 3:43am

Shrinking violet. Violet.

MaryAnn Johanson
reply to  PAULA K. SCHMIDT
Thu, Jun 22, 2017 3:00pm

Thanks for catching my typo. It’s fixed now.

reply to  MaryAnn Johanson
Sat, Jun 24, 2017 2:06am

No worries. Hope I wasnt too snarky. I am getting older and lately cant type the word “thing”, I always type think, or vice versa. Sometimes when writing is your business, your brain means one word and your fingers type another….