i saw miss bala last night….i like it a lot….the way she survives as this hollow queen of femininity in masculine death zone, her position as fragile as the crown she wears, performing all these steps, moving with dread inexorability toward the end. her resistance is not cinematic—she runs, hides, cowers, fights back in omissions, in whispers. the movie doesn’t try to redeem the horror of her position by giving her cinematic comeback powers. she is not exceptional. she is not magic. the greater part of survival is luck, and pretending otherwise is to say some people deserve to survive, and not others.