Just got back from the theater and wow. My son and I both thought it was amazing, but I don't think the trailer gives you a good idea of the movie itself, which is much more bleak.
My degree is in journalism and this movie had me thinking about the photo from the Sudan in 1993 of the child and the vulture. The photographer, Kevin Carter, won the Pulitzer for it and took his own life a few months later. It re-ignited the whole debate about objectivity in journalism and what the role of journalists is in volatile situations. Are they just there to document and record, or do they step in and try to help? My stance has always been that we are humans first and that journalism, as necessary as it is to a free state, is a job and comes second to helping people. I will grant that that is an idealistic position and I've never been a war reporter. I'll spoiler the next part.
War renders all of this irrelevant. We all return to our base elements when we're knocked down several rungs in Maslow's hierarchy. Kirsten Dunst is fantastic at portraying someone who was raised in a world vastly different than the one she ends up living in. I hope she gets some recognition come awards season.