On a transcendently clear, balmy morning, 19 Islamic extremists believed to be affiliated with Osama bin Laden’s al Qaeda network hijacked four airliners and perverted them into missiles to attack the symbolic and very real centers of American - and in turn Western - financial, cultural and military hegemony.
Over 3,000 souls—including hundreds of rescue workers—from over 80 nations were lost, the preponderance literally disintegrated before a horrified, transfixed TV audience’s gaze. The 110 story twin towers of the World Trade Center, New York’s tallest buildings and the workplace of over 40,000 people, were impaled from the air and fatally injected with spite and hellfire jet fuel: American Airlines flight 11, scheduled Boston to Los Angeles carrying 92 people, struck north tower floors 95-102 at 8:48 a.m.; United Airlines flight 175, scheduled Boston to Los Angeles carrying 65, struck south tower floors 86-92 at 9:03 a.m.
The inferno created by the raging jet fuel weakened the steel girders causing first the south (9:50 a.m.), then the north (10:29 a.m.) towers to crumble pathetically upon themselves generating great toxic tsunamis of gray ash and debris. A third building, 7 World Trade Center, collapsed in sympathy later that afternoon; there was extensive damage from the deluge of debris to all buildings surrounding the WTC complex. The horrifying visions of the planes embedding themselves in the buildings, the effulgence of flames springing from the wounds, and the subsequent implosion of the buildings were rerun on TV over and over before billions of eyes, burning themselves indelibly into the collective retina, focusing attention on one time and place as perhaps never before in world history.
The redoubtable command center of American military might, Washington’s geometrically named Pentagon, was struck by another airliner-turned-missile - American Airlines flight 77, scheduled Washington to Los Angeles carrying 64, struck at 9:43 a.m. - killing almost 200 more.
A fourth plane, presumably headed for another Washington-area governmental target, slammed into the earth in rural southwestern Pennsylvania - United Airlines flight 93, scheduled Newark to San Francisco carrying 45, crashed at 10:10 a.m. - killing all aboard after passengers learned of the fates of the three other hijacked planes via cell phone, resolved to not become a fourth implement of untold destruction, and physically attacked the hijackers with the fateful last words of passenger Todd Beamer, “Okay, let’s roll,” trailing off into history.
The tagline of Paul Greengrass' United 93 film reads, "September 11, 2001. Four planes were hijacked. Three of them reached their target. This is the story of the fourth."
By all accounts the film (trailers) succeeds wrenchingly and inspiringly and stands as a powerful tribute to those who gave their lives to prevent the loss of untold others that clear blue morning.
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Movie Review: United 93
A stunning and gut-wrenching film that makes a case for being the best American film of the decade.
Posted to Video by Lucas McNelly on May 11, 2006 01:06 PM
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