Being that "Munich" will, nonetheless, be interpreted as some grand statement on world affairs, what is its take on the Israeli-Palestinian conflict? Rendered here as a paranoid cat-and-mouse game of action and reaction, "Munich" depicts a world far from the workaday concerns of average Israelis and Palestinians. It is no accident that this commentary on the famously tangled relationship between two peoples competing for control of a tiny state in the Middle East takes place primarily in the great cities of Europe. Avner (Eric Bana) is the Mossad agent assigned by Prime Minister Golda Meir (Lynn Cohen) and a case officer played by Geoffrey Rush to avenge the murder by terrorists of 11 Israeli athletes at the 1972 Munich Olympics. He is at the head of a crack team of operatives given carte blanche to dispatch the remaining ringleaders of the Black September Palestinian organization behind the massacre.
Spielberg swiftly and efficiently sketches the events of "Munich," terrifying in their unexpectedly banal brutality. "Munich" returns again and again to Bana's imaginings of Munich, but the effect is an inoculation, meant to shield viewers from the full realization that "Munich" is a film about Israelis killing Palestinians. This accounts for why the Palestinian characters, wanted terrorists and murderers all, are so much more alive onscreen than their Israeli counterparts, though they're all rendered equivalent by the film's simple-minded politics of killing. It is not a full treatment of the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, regardless of its pronouncements on the importance of home or its depiction of a German leftist's oracular pronouncement that "free will inevitably causes struggle."
"Munich" is a dour suspense thriller, one that seeks to punish its viewers, or at least reprimand them, for enjoying its carnage, its carefully planned, precision horror. Spielberg is one of the master craftsmen of the American cinema, and everything here is in its right place: Janusz Kaminski's camera work is rapid, precise, and sharp; the color palette, while schematic (cool grays and blues for Europe, sunny yellows for Israel), is effective; Michael Kahn's editing is razor-sharp.
So why does the film, for all its expert artisanship, feel so curiously devoid of import?
An answer may lie in that initial sketch of the Munich Olympics. After a foray into implicating viewers in what they see, making them feel the full shock of the Olympic terrorist attack, "Munich" retreats from its subject, depicting it primarily on television screens. In the back-and-forth dialogue of bombs that the Israelis and Palestinians engage in, the latter's attacks are only shadowy presences on television sets, glimpsed on news programs. The Israelis' efforts, by contrast, are the very guts of the film, with each action lovingly detailed with models by the participants before being carried out.