Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

Afghanistan in 2003 seemed to be in the middle of a psychological twilight zone. Attention had turned to Iraq, so networks started cutting their Af-Pak line items because coverage didn’t pull the ratings it once did. The White House was doing the same, as more military resources were needed for George Bush’s shinier war. What resulted were half-measures in both camps, a tepid commitment to an unclear agenda, and an increasingly inapplicable sense of duty for those lost at sea in the Middle Eastern desert. Boots on the ground turned into bare feet in bed, milling around in the multicolored haze of a forgotten war. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot suffers a similar dilemma.
When Kim Barker’s memoir The Taliban Shuffle—which chronicles the former Chicago Tribune journalist’s time in Afghanistan and Pakistan—hit stands in early 2011, a New York Times review pegged her “as a sort of Tina Fey character, who unexpectedly finds herself addicted to the adrenaline rush of war.” Five years later (almost to the day), Fey is not only co-producing the screen adaptation, but also starring as Barker (slightly reimagined as Kim Baker, cable news producer) and doing little to ease speculation that Hollywood is running out of ideas.
The war dramedy, from directors Glenn Ficarra and John Requa (Crazy, Stupid, Love), opens with a flash-forward party scene three years in the future. House of Pain’s “Jump Around” blares from inside a dark, damp housing unit; booze is flowing and people are falling. It’s Project X set in Kabul on a fraction of the party budget. When the scene is safely implanted, an intertitle displays the words “THREE YEARS EARLIER” and the film proceeds sequentially from the day Baker and a small fleet of reporters are more or less volunteered to go abroad, their status as single with no children cited as the desirable qualification.
Not much time is spent stateside, though. Just enough for Baker to self-reflect on a stationary bike ride, drink a glass of white wine and call her boyfriend to break the news. She’s going to Afghanistan. For three months. Yeah, she knows. Yeah, she’ll miss you, too. What unfolds throughout the next hour and a half amounts to an identity crisis.