13 Hours: The Secret Soldiers of Benghazi is the true story of a security team working in Benghazi. Our main protagonist is Jack Silva (John Krasinski), a father and a husband who's hoping to go back and see his family again. Him and his crew are a last resort for an attack on the US ambassador (Matt Letscher), but after his unforeseen death, the security team are forced to defend off waves of enemies who are all trying to attack their compound, attempting to kill all the American's that they can find. It's an intense and somewhat horrifying true story that certainly shows a more restrained and mature side to Michael Bay, rather than his Transformers bullshit. He's taking a more serious approach to directing and it's very much needed. If he told this story wrong, I'm sure there'd be a whole lot of people who wouldn't forgive him.
Once I managed to drag myself through the film's first act, that's when things started to get interesting. The characters had been set up, although not all of them were ever given too much screen time, and so it was time for the actual plot to get under way. We're instantly hit with an explosive sequence out on the streets, where just about anything that can happen, does happen. It's intense, violent and gripping, and I'd even go so far as to say it made up for the film's slow opening. Almost.
From here on out, the film is essentially these men fighting off waves of enemies, and while it does get rather repetitive and drawn out after a while, it's unpredictable, squeamishly violent and insanely gripping. War films, if done right, are impossible to turn away from, and 13 Hours is one of them. It's by no means the best film ever made, but it's done well enough to have my eyes glued to the screen, and it even ends on a rather emotional note after a shocking finale. John Krasinski, kudos to you, man. You gave one mighty fine performance and have proven yourself to be a surprisingly great actor.