"I really don't care what people think of me anymore. Really." These were the words (roughly translated from Dutch) spoken by the real Marco Kroon at the premiere. At the very least an admirable stance, though the film that started its theatrical run right after made it a suspiciously convenient thing to say.
Line of Fire doesn't care much for nuance. Not in the drama, the action, the scenes of war it recreates, but especially in building the character of Marco Kroon. I don't believe stating right at the start that the story being told merges fact and fiction absconds it from presenting Kroon as a nearly unequivocal good guy, dodging a ton of questions that could be raised after a basic Google search by simply leaving out inconvenient facts. It doesn't just make for a dubious moral situation, but also simply makes for a dull lead. Kroon is the most interesting character in this and his depth reflects that of a typical side character (it follows that not a single other person in this entire film has an ounce of personality). This wouldn't be that big of an issue if the film wasn't clearly about him. Not the charges or the war, this is a Kroon story front and centre, and if it's not, some very poor choices were made. It's a tale of two parts which are intercut throughout: the case/trial against Kroon and his time in Afghanistan. None of the war scenes contribute anything to the other side of the story, so you can't help but assume they're there purely to further flesh out Kroon - which they do a terrible job of, but that's beside the point here. What I am concerned with, is how that development is only really achieved in the final ~30 minutes, when a series of events leads to a grueling experience for Kroon. Before that, it's comprised of completely unmotivated action scenes that exist purely for spectacle, so Dutch people can cheer about the fact that they're seeing a picture from our own soil that actually has some decent production value behind it. But all the gunfire and explosions ultimately don't mean or accomplish anything. And it should honestly come as no surprise considering Roel Reiné helmed this project (he has a filmography that is excellently summed up by the posters of his most popular work). Maybe letting the creator of countless B-movie action flicks get his hands on a 'serious' war film was not such a great idea. The tonal whiplash is hilarious: moments of grief, shock and intensity are placed right next to laughable one-liners, POV shots of RPG's and epic synthwave music accompanying the action like you're playing the intro mission of the new Call of Duty - speaking of which, every Arab here is either a faceless soldier to be mercilessly downed with lead or a child rapist. To top it all off, Reiné infuses the whole thing with a sort of half-baked Snyder aesthetic where you get the desaturated colors and overly dramatic lighting (almost every interior scene has overblown light rays beaming through the windows) but none of what makes his work any fun.
The drama side of it doesn't fare any better, in fact, it might be even worse. It's so hilariously undercooked you start to wonder whether the stove was even on. You get superficial characters yelling superficial things at each other and having superficial reactions until two basic courtroom scenes take place and resolve the entire conflict with means that were never established or hinted at. Screwing up a courtroom drama is a sure-fire way to get me pissed and, boy, was I glad the film ended almost right after.
Look, I get it. It's exciting to see a Dutch film with money clearly thrown at it, especially when most of what we get to see is awful romcoms. But that's the point: the bar is so low that clearing it doesn't automatically grant you my approval. I'd like to see this kind of funding and effort go to other projects that try to raise that bar. We desperately need it in our industry.
