In place of a plot, screenwriter Aaron Sorkin (writer of television's The West Wing) supplants a stylistic veneer of dialogue gloss so thick that Hanks and Roberts are like giant fleshy insects encased in transparent amber. Their characters might bed down together in scenes that the filmmaker believes are provocative, but the only bodily fluid flowing is greasepaint. Tarantula Roberts embraces scorpion Hanks, and we marvel at watching her remove clumps from her thick false lashes with a safety pin. Career bachelor Wilson might snort coke with numerous naked women in Vegas, but he's the only man in government ready, willing and able to examine the Afghan resistance, to which the United States is providing a paltry $5 million annual donation.
Charlie gets an audience with Pakistan's President Zia (Om Puri) only to have his dimwitted American ass handed to him for his predictable ignorance of their culture and territorial problems. But good ole Charlie is up for an escorted sojourn to an Afghan refugee camp where he sees firsthand the effect of Russia's landmines and helicopter attacks on Afghanistan's women and children soldiers. Wilson takes up the people's cause with a passion that's so altruistic and naive that you'd think he was a knee-jerk communist.
Once back on American soil, our savior to the Afghan people lucks into a working relationship with bottom-line CIA fixer Gust, who shepherds through a deal for Israel to sell Russian-made RPGs to their Muslim enemies, since it would be unacceptable for American-manufactured arms to be used against the Russians. The contentious pact is inked after a campy scene wherein a lusty female friend of Charlie's does a naughty belly dance for Egyptian diplomats.
The filmmakers have conspired to make a campy, satirical movie about the way America funded and trained the soldiers of Osama bin Laden. Every line is delivered with a wink and a nudge as if to exonerate our politicians' acts of stupid goodwill. In Charlie Wilson's War, American policies are put into effect with the same smirk that George W. Bush has made a permanent contortion. But there's nothing funny about the way America has handled its foreign policy in the last 40 years. It's fine to encourage its audience to root for Charlie Wilson's success at moving the U.S. budget for Afghan assistance from $5 million to $1 billion a year while neglecting to look at what that money could have done for the American people, but it's not a convincing ploy.
Modern politicians are a moot group of multinational global corporation cheerleaders. Lust for profit has overridden every freedom that money can't buy.
If there's any message here, it's one that anyone with common sense already knows. War is for suckers.