
And of course the bar scenes that rightfully cheer the men after saving their town, but cross the line into maudlin quickly. However, it's repeated over and over - the couples fight, make up, the big picnic and watching the crew harass each other good naturedly, as if to make us feel part of the "gang", as it were. Not that such concerns are invalid- far from it.

While I always enjoy Josh Brolin, a fine actor if there ever was one, and the rest of the cast are fine in their roles, this film spent more time being a social commentary about the lives of the firefighters and stresses on their families, which, after a while, became the cliche festival we have to put up with from writers taking the easy way out. We would indeed be very mean to criticize the intent of this film, but it also reeks of emotional exploitation, and that does the sacrifices of the Granite Mountain Hotshots injustice, all of whom except one who was sent out to scout and base camp at the Yarnell fire perished when ferocious winds switched directions and killed the crew, who were in fireproof bags, but the flames were too hot and their protection just couldn't last long enough for them to outlast the firestorm.

Hollywood releases a "gotcha" movie with a telling of the true story and tragedy of a group of Arizona firefighters out of Prescott who become certified as "hotshots", the best of the best that risk their lives during fire seasons to put out forest fires all over the parched West and Hollywood releases a "gotcha" movie with a telling of the true story and tragedy of a group of Arizona firefighters out of Prescott who become certified as "hotshots", the best of the best that risk their lives during fire seasons to put out forest fires all over the parched West and Southwest.
