Welcome to the oven, says Pfc. Angel Salazar (Izzy Diaz) in voice-over narration accompanying his own video. "A.k.a. Camp Carolina, our home away from home in this godforsaken country." He notes the stench, films the barracks, and calls to his buddies to smile as he turns the camera on them. His Iraq "war diary," he says, will be his ticket into film school back in the States. At the start of REDACTED, Izzy's footage is all about his fellow troops, their complaints and arguments, their naïvete and arrogance. They've all seen this movie before and respond with suspicion: Bookish Gabe (Kel O'Neill) protests the filming ("If you have a camera, you're part of the media, and we're under strict orders not to talk to the media"), while moralistic McCoy (Rob Devaney) pulls out his own camera, proclaiming that "The first casualty of this entire conflict, it's gonna be the truth." With these brief exchanges, the primary argument of
Brian De Palma's movie is clear. He's not just saying that the war is bad, based on lies, or turning young troops into confused victims or traumatized killers. No, his message is that the media have lost any semblance of integrity in their reporting. And if that story isn't precisely news, De Palma's version does arrive in theaters preceded by recent debates over the very possibilities of telling the truth during wartime.