You can sense the rage and disgust simmering behind War, Inc, but they seldom reach a full boil. The movie is repeatedly sidetracked as it glimpses new satirical targets. A particularly distracting cause celebre is a plan to market a pornographic video of Yonica’s wedding night.
The problem with gonzo moviemaking, in this case, is that nothing really adds up. What initially appears whimsical eventually seems sloppy. And when the bleeding heart kicks in, you feel betrayed.