In the past, I've tried to explain my aversion to (and general disinterest in) thrillers thusly: they just bore me. When too much real world-style action happens too rapidly, I get tired. It's an exhaustion that's triggered by an empathetic response to the events on screen, maybe, but more so because my brain just turns off. I didn't make it through the Bourne series because of this, and I have no interest in try try trying again. If we dig a little deeper, though, it would perhaps be more accurate to insist that it's not thrillers I'm disinterested in, it's realism. I'm totally on board with an otherwise generic thriller that incorporates some combination of the following: 1. a distinct, stylized color palette, 2. a seriously compelling villain (preferably of the smart, sadistic, evil mastermind kind) lurking as impetus to the action, and 3. a passing chance at snarky cleverness. Captain Phillips, of course, is a ripped from the headlines think-piece of a thriller. It's not a sexy, grinning, gun-barrel-licking Hollywood confection, but is instead so straight-laced it kind of hurts. I mention all of this not because I'd wish anything else upon it, no; Captain Phillips is approached as it should be and with respect to the real life parties involved. It's a harrowing, relentless, dramatic thriller. It's just, see, I'm so not into it.