Fittingly, director Michael Slovis and writer/showrunner Dan Futterman crafted a cinematically memorable version of the Cole bombing. After a long, slow, even placid build-up, the actual attack maintains the same feel and rhythm; if you didn’t know any better, you’d think this really was just a couple of guys and their nephew or something, out for a pleasant cruise, waving to the smiling sailors nearby. This isn’t some Euron Greyjoy–style pirate assault — it’s a sneak attack that no one saw coming even when they literally saw it coming. The cinematography is so fitting that it almost feels complicit.
The show’s done the character work to make the sequence stick in that respect, too. All those scenes of the bombers being friendly and joking around with one another are obviously reminiscent of what the FBI agents we’re also following around do, too. They’ve even got a kid sidekick whom they can playfully surprise and delight with their video camera, a bit of technology he’s never had the chance to experience before; the way they all repeat the word “zoom” and laugh when they use that feature to get a closer look at the Cole is genuinely funny and endearing if you put the context aside. But the show’s not really asking you to do that, since it provides its own context for what they’re doing: the murder of the kid’s family and friends by the United States, in an attack so senseless and unstoppable that the only way he can make sense of it is by magically attributing it to Shaytan himself. (The only hiccup is the Shaytan monologue, which overstays its welcome and drifts too far into otherizing “strange foreigner invokes demons and deities” territory.) Put it all together and you get that these are basically normal people, traumatized by injustice, and driven to kill for their countries and ideals in ways we too could understand.
When you’ve done all that, what does putting the kid on the boat add? We don’t need it for cinematic impact, for pathos, or to illustrate the human cost, since we’ve gotten all that already. It just feels indulgent, and oddly disrespectful of the facts to boot. Dramatic license is fine if you wanna create believable composite characters like Schmidt and Marsh in the CIA or Chesney and Stuart in the FBI, or even the kid himself. If you’re inserting a character in such a way that his presence would materially change the world’s understanding of the event that’s occurring, as the use of a literal child to suicide-bomb the U.S Navy surely would have done, that’s a whole different story. That it was all unnecessary only makes it worse. Have faith in the tragic truth.
I enjoyed writing about this week’s episode of The Looming Tower for Decider, one of those episodes that really helps you understand why what works works and what doesn’t doesn’t. This particular sequence was good to explore in light of the creative success of The Assassination of Gianni Versace, another true-crime series that takes necessary liberties and inferences, yet always feels on-point.
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