But Stealth performs a more interesting service. It provides ample evidence of the things we desperately wish were true. Before EDI becomes the mission, the quartet of jets heads for a hit on a terrorist confab. As they near the city, their computers spit out picture-perfect confirmations of each terrorist's identity and location. If only.
Hollywood hokum? Absolutely. Pop-culture propaganda? Perhaps. Yet Stealth goes beyond feeding our popcorn proclivities. It provides glossy evidence of our unfulfilled desire to be unerringly decent in imperfect situations.



