Good Kill is a movie about military pilots at Creech Air Force Base outside Las Vegas who remotely fly drones over the Middle East and blow people up with missiles. It’s the first movie I’ve seen that attempts to explore the phenomenon of drone assassination directly and with a modicum of honesty, rather than simply using them for hackneyed comedic or propagandist effect. It’s an enjoyable movie, well-made, decently written, and featuring an excellent central performance by the highly-underrated Ethan Hawke. But as a piece of political art it took a disappointingly familiar and inadequate approach to its subject.
Good Kill follows what I would call the standard, gutless liberal approach to sociopolitical art – paint everything in endless shades of grey, never directly dispute the status quo, and ultimately reduce the issues to the drama of individuals rather than taking a moral or philosophical stand of any kind. The film first establishes the “positive value” of drones – protecting our troops on the ground while they sleep, etc. – and then very carefully directs its criticism at the safe, and reassuringly opaque, concept of “CIA excess”. Part way through the film, the pilots are suddenly required to start taking their orders from a bunch of weirdly amoral and robotic individuals calling in from Langley. These sinister, disembodied voices direct the pilots to bomb rescue workers and civilians, and Ethan Hawke starts to slowly go crazy as a result, his personal ethics finally violated to a degree where he can no longer live with what he is doing. The rest of the film plays out his internal conflict in the context of his personal life, until he finally comes to a decision about his own moral compass, but even this is done in a way that carefully avoids implying any broader moral or ethical conclusions.
To the film’s credit, it does mention that “they” (again, in the film it’s the CIA) are now assassinating individuals based not on actual wrong-doing or direct association, but rather on data-dredged probabilities of future wrongdoing. But this important topic is only touched on briefly, and is not actually a dramatic focus of the film. The focus is squarely on Hawke’s personal dilemma, and on the silly black and white contrast of the “evil” CIA vs. the “good and honorable” military. Of course this latter narrative is complete nonsense. Our President is the commander-in-chief of the military, and he sits in his now-famous Tuesday morning meetings with his generals and decides who is going to die via drone strike that week – everybody knows this (it was in the New York Times, after all) and everybody’s fine with it, apparently, so why the filmmakers chose to replace it with a cartoonish fiction is beyond me.
Given the political and ethical richness of this subject, as well as its timeliness, such a limited and superficial treatment of it must be regarded as terribly disappointing. Good Kill completely lacks the guts to question and explore the validity of state violence, the terrifying evolution of the world toward skies filled with flying robots that murder people (does anybody remember the premise of Terminator?), or even the much less ambitious, and highly myopic issue of do these constant drone assassinations actually make us, or the western world, safer? In fact, I would submit that the film’s only real message on the subject of drone assassinations is that some people (Hawke) might not have the stomach for it.
I suppose we should be happy that someone made a film that takes the subject of drones at all seriously, but alas, I’m not happy. Who needs another movie that throws up its hands in pathetic relativist resignation and says “that’s life – everything’s part good, part bad, there’s no objective truth to anything, and all that matters is what you yourself choose to believe”?!
Where’s Costa Gavras when you need him?