Do we need more American hero films, Clint Eastwood?

I say that with The Sniper, 13 hours: Benghazi's secret soldiers, 12 brave and even the last man we had enough. We get the message: the U. S. military is the protector of the whole world, guided by God and the Republican Party. How tiring.

A told lie often becomes, over time, an undeniable truth. At least, this is how it settles in the minds of all those who have received the message through Twitter's movies, television, newspapers or sponsored hashtags. Although it is surprisingly common in Spanish politics to spread lies and see if they get through, it must be admitted that in this field, in the United States they are the kings of mambo. Within and, above all, outside their borders, where they do not have to make too much effort either: their culture - especially their cinema - is ours. Much of our billboard is made up of their productions, we celebrate their parties - Halloween what? - and we almost know their history better than our own.

The premiere of 15:17 Train to Paris, Clint Eastwood's latest, once again reiterates two of these undeniable truths: American soldiers are naturally protective heroes, and Arab terrorists frighten the shit out of you. In it we know the true story of Spencer Stone, Alek Skartalos and Anthony Sadler, three friends who in the middle of their journey through Europe encountered a terrorist attack on board the train that was taking them to Paris on 21 August 2015. The three young men, two of them soldiers of the American army, arrested the attacker and prevented the tragedy, which made them national heroes and for which they received the medal of the French Legion of Honor from Francois Hollande, the French Prime Minister himself. A commendable and exciting story, but one that has a problem: it's told in 15 minutes. Eastwood, however, tells us about it in 95, including the comings and goings of the characters - who play themselves - for Amsterdam's night parties or the gondolas in Venice.