Enough with the sentimentality already! The murders of 11 Israeli athletes by Palestinian terrorists during the 1972 Olympics in Germany was a tragedy. But Munich, the retelling of this event in history by director Steven Spielberg was a tragedy of a different sort. Not sure if it’s the acting or the writing, perhaps both, that makes this film so heavy handed and saccharine. Tony Kushner, who wrote the screenplay though he’s best known as a playwright, is known for his dramatic sentimentality, but that’s what playwrights do. Spielberg is known for his overly dramatic emotional scenes that tend to come from no where (Minority Report, AI, etc.). He’s also known for hitting his audience over the head with the events of the Jewish Holocaust. Remember that scene in War of the Worlds where the aliens zap people and they burst into flames leaving only human ash? Remind you of anything.

So the plot is a Mossad agent, Eric Bana, is assigned with four others to hunt down and kill the terrorists responsible for the Olympic murders. One by one they’re hunted down. And one by one I lose interest. There’s simply nothing interesting about this movie other than the initial tragedy that occurs at the end and Eric Bana, who plays the Mossad agent, accent and all, very well. Skip it!