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here you can watch the whole movie on youTube)
Everybody's asking what it means,
The Hurt Locker. Well, the
Urban Dictionary gives you some leads; here in the movie it's that for the GI's in Iraq an explosion sends you to
The Hurt Locker, period.
An explosion produced by a bomb placed anywhere: under an amount of debris, inside the corpse of a kid, on the chest of a suicide bomber, or on the chest of an innocent, chosen by his fellows to be a human bomb.
Actually, for a GI in Baghdad, any Iraqi can send you to
The Hurt Locker: they seem to you all alike, they look at you with some kind of bad curiosity, they don't understand your English (or they pretend to not understand), and sometimes they have a cell in hand, that can be a remote.
That's your fate, to move there, on the streets of Baghdad, surrounded by hundreds of unknown Iraqis who just look at you, and you never know which of them has a remote in hand; if you're lucky, you return home, where the wife does not understand anything that's in your soul, she just needs you home to be a man there, and the kid doesn't know you, he was born after you left, and you start to realize that you just need to get back to Baghdad, because you are addicted to war, only gambling with death makes sense to you any more, all the rest is bullshit.
And so,
The Hurt Locker means also what you hide in your most inner, the failure you are for your wife and kid, and the terrible fear that you are no more good for normality, only for this stupid game of playing every moment the ultimate experience.
A great war movie, this
Hurt Locker: an elite unit of three soldiers, who have to find and deactivate bombs on the streets of Baghdad, surrounded by hundreds of unknown eyes, hostile eyes, all eyes alike, unknown walls, hostile walls, all walls alike.
Actually it's a great anti-war movie, because you can say anything: that these boys are heroes (and they are), that nobody invited them in a foreign country (that's true), and many other things; what matters is the proximity of
The Hurt Locker, everything else is blah-blah.
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