United 93

I took Charlie and Cody to see an R-rated movie today. Don't worry; no one took their clothes off. We saw no gratuitous violence. We heard no stronger language than you'd hear in 7th grade locker room. What did this movie do to deserve an R-rating? It was too Real, I guess.

The Wall Street Journal has a sampling of the reviews. David Denby of The New Yorker has one of the best:

...once the flight is aloft Greengrass sticks to real time, and the passing minutes have an almost demonic urgency. This is true existential filmmaking: there is only the next instant, and the one after that, and what are you going to do? Many films whip up tension with cunning and manipulation. As far as possible, this movie plays it straight.

The movie built in the last minutes to the inevitable chaotic crescendo and then the screen went black as the strings played their final chord, a dotted half, fading to silence. Dead silence. As people slowly rose and left the theater, no one spoke. Silence.

I've never heard anything like it.