Directed by Paul Greengrass
Starring: Matt Damon, Greg Kinnear, Khalid Abdalla, Brendan Gleeson
Miller is plagued with a lot of responsibility in the narrative; the rational leading man becoming an unwilling rebel, and so the everyman is inevitably going to identify with the soldier regardless, especially since the film's critique of the Iraq War is so sure and scathing. Green Zone is too dependent upon phatic exchanges between forgettable, stilted officials to deliver its message effectively, and Miller's presence as such a standard archetype of masculinity only serves to re-enforce that impression. It's rather like having Tom Hanks save Private Ryan with asides of diplomats lamenting that there aren't enough missionaries, and complaining about the dessimation of large, male-dominated families. A sparely used Iraqi civilian forms a loose fuse between cultures, but he's mainly there to appease, and we learn very little from his character as a whole.
Miller's rebellion isn't quite on the District 9 level of absurdity, but it's difficult to believe that he would be able to exercise as much authority without someone questioning it. Bureaucracy is in the firing line but Green Zone ends up sanctioning the need for it on more than one occasion; not least when the press provides a platform for Miller's final act of resistance. Still, since one knows that the American press would never be able to print such a harsh "truth" anyway, the impact is severely diminished, and the film ends with an anti-climactic sense of underdevelopment.