Netflix's latest offering, A House of Dynamite, is an unimpressive addition to Kathryn Bigelow's already sizable filmography. With a script penned by Noah Oppenheim and a director known for her critically acclaimed works like The Hurt Locker and Zero Dark Thirty, the stakes were high. Unfortunately, the final product fails to deliver on its promise.
Bigelow's most successful films have always been those that explored complex themes through character-driven narratives. However, A House of Dynamite is more concerned with ticking down a countdown clock than with developing meaningful relationships between its characters. The pacing is relentless, but not in a good way; it feels like the film is treading water, waiting for the inevitable explosion.
One of the biggest disappointments here is the lack of nuance in Bigelow's portrayal of her female characters. Rebecca Ferguson's character, initially touted as a tough and capable working woman, disappears from the story all too soon. Meanwhile, we're left with a cast of gruff, patriarchal figures who seem to be more concerned with avoiding nuclear war than with finding solutions.
The film's visuals also take a hit. Bigelow's earlier films were known for their visceral, kinetic energy; here, the camerawork feels staid and uninspired. It's hard not to notice the similarities between this movie and some of Netflix's other recent releases – 24, The West Wing, or Zero Day all come to mind.
Perhaps most telling is how A House of Dynamite feels like a missed opportunity. With the script by Oppenheim, who recently worked on the Oscar-winning film Zero Day, one might have expected something more thoughtful and deliberate. Instead, we get a movie that spends two long hours scrambling around behind the curve, never quite able to catch up.
In short, A House of Dynamite is a major disappointment from an otherwise respected director. Bigelow has always been known for her ability to make films that feel urgent and relevant; here, she seems more concerned with avoiding criticism than with making something truly impactful. With its lackluster pacing, uninspired visuals, and missed opportunities, this movie feels like a shadow of what it could have been.
Bigelow's most successful films have always been those that explored complex themes through character-driven narratives. However, A House of Dynamite is more concerned with ticking down a countdown clock than with developing meaningful relationships between its characters. The pacing is relentless, but not in a good way; it feels like the film is treading water, waiting for the inevitable explosion.
One of the biggest disappointments here is the lack of nuance in Bigelow's portrayal of her female characters. Rebecca Ferguson's character, initially touted as a tough and capable working woman, disappears from the story all too soon. Meanwhile, we're left with a cast of gruff, patriarchal figures who seem to be more concerned with avoiding nuclear war than with finding solutions.
The film's visuals also take a hit. Bigelow's earlier films were known for their visceral, kinetic energy; here, the camerawork feels staid and uninspired. It's hard not to notice the similarities between this movie and some of Netflix's other recent releases – 24, The West Wing, or Zero Day all come to mind.
Perhaps most telling is how A House of Dynamite feels like a missed opportunity. With the script by Oppenheim, who recently worked on the Oscar-winning film Zero Day, one might have expected something more thoughtful and deliberate. Instead, we get a movie that spends two long hours scrambling around behind the curve, never quite able to catch up.
In short, A House of Dynamite is a major disappointment from an otherwise respected director. Bigelow has always been known for her ability to make films that feel urgent and relevant; here, she seems more concerned with avoiding criticism than with making something truly impactful. With its lackluster pacing, uninspired visuals, and missed opportunities, this movie feels like a shadow of what it could have been.