Back on September 11, 2001, as the day’s horrific images were flashed before us at various speeds and from ever more angles, until they became less like life and more like impressionistic collages of sunburst and charcoal, even the most pragmatic among us could scarcely refrain from commenting how much it was all “just like a movie.” But what kind of movie exactly? Perhaps a disaster epic à la Jerry Bruckheimer and Michael Bay, in which spectacles of mass carnage, be they real (the bombing of Pearl Harbor) or invented (fiery asteroids raining down on the streets of Manhattan) are routinely served up for our viewing “pleasure”? Or, if not that, maybe one of those ersatz... More >>>