The film Zero Dark Thirty iconized what has been touted as the Obama Administration’s biggest victory in the War on Terror. With most Americans unapologetically news-averse and war wearied, it presented a sophisticated call to patriotism in a glib, even feminist package. The heroes were not the expected golden warriors of the secret Seal Team Six, who scurried into Pakistan in the dead of night and cornered the worst man on the planet. Instead, it was Maya, the stalwart, dogged FBI agent, who kept her eye on the target and was undeterred by the foot-dragging and eye-rolling of easily distracted male colleagues. Here, the movie argued mightily, was a good model for the new American woman, a catcher of sinister terrorists, sniveled away in the bowels of suspicious nations like Pakistan.

