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Honestly, I don't know if I watched the same film everyone else is raving about, but I'm pretty sure my brain was left waiting in the lobby the entire time. The movie is long. Too long, too slow, too... boring. And yet, somehow, it still manages to feel overstuffed. Imagine a film that wants to be edgy, intense, and dramatic, but instead just flatlines.

The multiple points of view were supposed to add depth or suspense, I guess, but instead they just fragmented the story and made it even harder to care about any of the characters. It felt like a patchwork of perspectives that didn't really go anywhere, leaving me more bored than invested.

I waited the whole movie for something to happen... and nothing happened.

Sure, it's original, I guess, but by the end, I wasn't scared, I wasn't impressed - I was just relieved it was over.

This documentary is well-produced, sharply edited, and visually gripping-but make no mistake: watching it is not easy. It's heavy, and at times, downright enraging.

"Surviving Black Hawk Down" gives a raw, personal account of the 1993 Battle of Mogadishu through the eyes of the American soldiers and pilots who lived it. Their courage, discipline, and brotherhood are undeniable. From the elite Rangers and Delta operators to the Night Stalkers who flew their birds into hell and back-these men exemplified everything honorable about service. The doc does a good job of capturing the chaos, the sacrifice, and the grit it took to survive nearly 18 hours under relentless fire, outnumbered, and cut off.

But while it succeeds in honoring our warfighters, it stumbles when it comes to broader context. The historical and political backdrop feels underexplored. Why were we there? What was the real scale of the mission gone wrong? For viewers less familiar with the background, it leaves too much unsaid. It doesn't fully connect the dots, and the bigger picture remains vague.

And then-there's the hardest part to stomach.

Seeing Somali militia fighters-the very men who shot at, mutilated, and dragged American soldiers through the streets-now sitting in front of a camera, smug, satisfied, and arrogant, boasting about ambushing Americans and downing helicopters. These are not survivors reflecting on war. These aren't misunderstood rebels. These are killers, smirking decades later like they won something. They bask in the memory of slaughter, gloating like warlords, spinning murder and barbarism into honor. These men talk about their "victory" like it was glorious. Like they earned something noble. It's deeply enraging.

But here's what they'll never understand:

They might sit in front of cameras, but they'll never have the brotherhood. They'll never have the sacrifice. The discipline. The honor. No smirk can erase that. No twisted version of history can undo what those American soldiers stood for that day.

This documentary may lack full context-but the courage of the men it portrays comes through loud and clear. Watch it to honor them. Watch it to remember. But prepare to be angry-and don't let go of that anger too easily. Some stories demand it.