The film stars Anders Danielsen Lie, Jon Øigarden, Thorbjørn Harr, Jonas Strand Gravli, Ola G. Furuseth, Ulrikke Hansen Døvigen, Isak Bakli Aglen, Maria Bock and Seda Witt. The cast gave gripping performances that conveys one truth above all else: the killings of the seventy-seven victims on 22nd July 2011 is truly horrific.
I can say that 22 July has been done well - with intelligence, compassion, efficiency - and yet still question whether it was worth doing. The film is real-time reconstruction of events on the doomed flight that manages to encapsulate all the anxieties and sorrows of our age. Amazingly detailed in its narrative cohesion and editing, 22 July is a noble tribute to the tragedy. It's masterful and heartbreaking. This is first-rate, visceral filmmaking: taut, watchful, free of false histrionics, as observant of the fear in the young terrorist's eyes as the hysteria in Oslo and Utøya, and smart enough to know this material doesn't need to be sensationalized. It does honor to the memory of the victims. 22 July might be an insular response to a national tragedy, but - taken on its own, limited terms - it is powerful and sincere, giving reign to pity and fear without indulging jingoism or sentimentality. For that at least it deserves applause. It's a difficult and upsetting experience but a worthwhile one, which will linger in your mind long after the film ends. One of the most moving films of the year. What might be therapeutic for the families is not perhaps meant for public consumption. Impossible to recommend as a great Netflix night in, yet agonisingly vital as thought-urging cinema. This is not a film you go to for enjoyment, but because you have a duty to endure it. This is a picture we all must see.
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