Don't Kill "The Messenger"

You thought the job of turkey masturbator was horrible? Well, I think the work depicted in The Messenger may be worse.

In similar fashion to The Hurt Locker, Alessandro Camon and Oren Moverman's The Messenger avoids political debate (thank god 'cuz Meet the Press makes me want to punch myself in the stomach) and instead chooses to embed its audience right in the middle of the action. While Locker shoves us into the military chaos of the war in Iraq, The Messenger gently places us on American soil to witness the aftermath. But, here, it's no less bloody—emotional wounds are the currency of pain in this smart and sobering drama.

Woody Harrelson and hot hot hot Ben Foster play American soldiers assigned to bereavement notification—that is, it's their job to go to dead soldiers' next of kin and inform them of the deaths of their loved ones, and the duo must do so as dispassionately as possible. They're not grief counselors, after all; they're just, well, messengers.

It's a job that most of us have been aware of, of course, but The Messenger explores that world with rare depth, opening your eyes up to work that you admire but that you probably could never ever in a million years do. This movie lingers.

And the trailer is superb:

By the way, did I mention to you how hot Ben Foster is?


  1. Oh my. Definitely be seeing this one. I've always had a soft spot for "The Messengers"

  2. Through the beauty of Netflix, I'm watching season four of the HBO show Six Feet Under and Ben Foster looks mighty mighty different playing a greasy art weasel. It's amazing what a haircut can do.

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