7 Days in Entebbe is bad, but it’s bad in fascinating, unusual ways. The movie–based on the 1976 hijacking of an Air France flight by Palestinian revolutionaries and sympathizers–should be an edge-of-your-seat thriller, but it’s treated as a plodding historical reenactment. The characters should be larger-than-life figures of action and torment, but they’re interchangeable sad sacks. And the drama should be rousing, exciting, and penetrating, packed with “oh-my-god” insights that parallel our current political moment. But in the end, it’s sort of like watching a tray of plates fall in slow motion. “Well, that was an entirely preventable shame,” you sigh as the credits roll. by Ned Lannamann