Heartfelt, gripping and traumatic recreation of 9/11, superbly directed and edited
Director: Paul Greengrass
Cast: Christian Clemenson (Tom Burnett), Cheyenne Jackson (Mark Bingham), David Alan Basche (Todd Beamer), Peter Hermann (Jeremy Glick), Corey Johnson (Louis J. Nacke, II), Daniel Sauli (Richard Guadagno), Richard Bekins (William Joseph Cashman), Michael J. Reynolds (Patrick Joseph Driscoll), Peter Marinker (Andrew Garcia), David Rasche (Donald Freeman Greene), Erich Redman (Christian Adams), Khalid Abdalla (Ziad Jarrah), Lewis Alsamari (Saeed al-Ghamdi), Jamie Harding (Ahmed al-Nami), Omar Berdouni (Ahmed al-Haznawi), Ben Sliney (Himself), Patrick St Esprit (Major Kevin Nasypany), Gregg Henry (Colonel Robert Marr)
On 11 September 2001, the world changed. A glance at the Manhattan skyline brings back memories of the Twin Towers, now memorials to the thousands killed. United 93 is a memorial of another sort, an outstanding docudrama following the fateful journey of the only hijacked plane which didn’t hit its target. The passengers of United Airlines Flight 93 bridged two worlds: when they left the ground, American Airlines Flight 11 was four minutes from the North Tower. Just over an hour later, the passengers made their desperate attempt to seize control of their plane in a world a million miles away from the one they took off in. United 93 catches the terror of that moment where no one could comprehend events. Our full understanding only makes the film more heart-racingly, terrifyingly tragic.
Greengrass had pioneered this style of filmmaking in the past – most notably Bloody Sunday, his recreation of the 30 January 1972 firing on a civil rights march in Derry by British soldiers. For United 93 he approached events in rigorous detail, after copious research and hours of discussion with family members, air-traffic controllers and military responders (many of whom play themselves in the film). FAA operations manager Ben Sliney (9/11 unbelievably his first day on the job) even plays himself in a key role. The passengers were played by a series of unknown supporting players – correctly it was judged it would have felt wrong if the likes of Clooney or Pitt had led the fightback.
United 93 marries this careful recreation of events with the masterful tension-building of a skilled director. United 93 is highly immersive film in its fast-paced, handheld camerawork and sharp editing (much of this team also worked on Greengrass’ Bourne films). Greengrass understands he doesn’t need to resort to melodrama or manipulation to make us feel it. We learn little about the passengers, the early camerawork and editing stressing their everyday anonymity. But knowing their fate, it’s impossible not to wish you could warn them. When a passenger sprints to make the flight, you want to stop him. When the plane’s door closes, it’s gut-wrenching.
United 93 splits its narrative into two halves. The first focuses on events on the ground – while on the flight, the passengers are largely unaware the largest terrorist attack in history is happening around them. Those on the ground can’t even find the procedure guide for a hijack, never mind the unthinkable idea of planes converted into flying bombs. There was no playbook for 9/11, which becomes all too clear throughout the chair-arm grasping tension of watching people try to interpret events we know inside-out. Alongside this, Greengrass keeps carefully within the bounds of taste – the collision with the South Tower is seen from air traffic control at JFK, the camera panning across to watch the horrified faces of the crew at the moment of impact, the world changing before their eyes.
Greengrass doesn’t shirk on the chaos, uncertainty and disbelief that crippled decision making and the response to the unfolding horror. United 93 matches the lack of clarity on the day, throwing us into this pressure cooker of misinformation. The report of the number of hijacked planes zig-zags from three to a possible twelve (it is confidently reported as five consistently by the military). American Airlines 11 is consecutively reported: crashed, missing, presumed flown into the North Tower, unaccounted for and finally airborne. There are terrifyingly small number of military response planes jet available (barely enough to patrol Brooklyn, let alone the East coast). Air traffic controllers try to interpret garbled communications from hijacked (or possibly not) planes.
What emerges – a point Greengrass strives not to present politically – is the complete absence of central direction. Much of the response is disorganised – the inability to locate a missing military liaison means FAA and Eastern Air Defence barely communicate for a large chunk of the disaster – and air traffic controllers across multiple states only share information on their own initiative. Any political leadership is completely absent: the commander of Eastern Air Defence spends almost the entire crisis on the phone desperately trying to locate the President or Vice President for rules of engagement against hijacked passenger planes. Ben Sliney is forced to take a unilateral (way above his paygrade) decision to close American airspace.
This lack of central direction is eventually what motivates the passengers, as they slowly realise through phone calls with loved ones on the ground, exactly what their captors intend. As Tom Burnett says, no one is coming to save them. Most of the second half takes place entirely on United 93 as we watch in real time the passengers grapple with a simple choice: die when the plane hits its target or risk their lives to retake it. Greengrass makes clear their aim is to survive – one of the passengers, a light aircraft pilot, is picked to fly the plane. What’s superb about United 93 is that these actions are both astonishingly brave, but also realistic. United 93 doesn’t turn the passengers into superhuman martyrs and avoids Hollywood-ised speeches – even Todd Beamer’s ”let’s roll” is a throw-away line. Instead, it makes them ordinary, brave people doing all they can to stay alive. (Although the film’s interpretation of one German passenger, convinced cooperation with the terrorists will save them, rightly drew criticism for its unfair judgement)
United 93 similarly avoids definitive statements about the terrorists. It isn’t afraid to show their misguided faith. It even shows cell-leader Ziad Jarrah calling his girlfriend to tell her he loves her. But it doesn’t shirk on their ruthless fanaticism, from their murder of the pilots to the suicidal determination of their last stand against the passengers. Greengrass’ film argues the hijackers failed due to their inexplicable delay of almost 46 minutes to hijack the plane (the other cells carried out their hijacks almost as soon as the seatbelt lights were off), suggesting Jarrah lost his nerve. It’s this delay – leaving them 50 minutes’ flight from their presumed target (the Capitol) rather than 20 – that gave the passengers time to understand their situation and make a plan to try and save themselves.
The final desperate struggle to reclaim the plane is a brutal, extremely hard to watch, superbly executed sequence, made immeasurably worse by the fact we know it will fail (the film’s final shot pans away from a close-up of a desperate struggle for the plane’s steering wheel to the ground moving closer). Greengrass presents the facts as they are and by doing so makes it even more powerful. A polemic that went overboard in patriotic hagiography would have carried less impact. United 93 is overwhelmingly, unbearably moving because it forces us to imagine what we would do in that situation. It’s a film made up of the confusion, fear and grim, desperate determination of ordinary people, and in the end few things have more impact with a viewer than that.
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