I broadly respect this film's uneasy conscience, and its claustrophobic and sterile visual style is striking, but it simply cannot turn an anti-drone-warfare polemic into engaging cinema. Its attempts are either tedious (a non-starting subplot involving January Jones as an discontented housewife) or didactic to the point of distraction, with characters conversing in thinly disguised lecture notes and slogans. The Ethan Hawke protagonist is so morose and somnambulant...which is the point, of course, but it is very hard to invest in him and whether he can reconcile duty with morality, etc., etc. or put down the vodka (clichéd shorthand for "haunted"). His central complaint—he wishes he could explode people and places in a real plane versus from a computer console outside Las Vegas—is also hard to relate to. The film does buid to a satisfying and dramatic ending, albeit one which also registers as far-fetched*.
C+*The film should have ended with the knock on the trailer's door. Him being able to just waltz away and drive to Reno (way to give the concerned wife a bit of time and breathing room

) feels goofy. Wouldn't there be...punishment for an unauthorized strike?