Well, until now, the story of Benghazi has been told with the driest, least emotionally-engaging words the Washington Media-Government Cartel could possibly craft.

But no longer. Because for two had a half punishing, occasionally exiting, often anxious hours, 13 Hours doesn’t just give you pictures of what happened at Benghazi. It puts you right in the team of six GSR’s, fighting wave after wave of Al Ansar and Al Qaeda terrorists.

You know their voices, their nicknames, and, depending on the person (I don’t say “character,” as these are all real people, though a couple are named by pseudonyms), their backstory, their families, and their personalities.

And as wave after endless wave of attackers comes to them — one soldier says, quite correctly, “This is like a horror movie” * — the viewer waits for a rescue that he knows, from the newspapers, just isn’t coming.

This movie is a massive, gaping wound in Hillary’s campaign, and no one who watches this is going to come away not asking some serious questions about why this “temporary ambassadorial outpost” was permitted with nonexistent security and an impossible perimeter to defend, and why at no point during the 13 long hours of the attack did no one, except a small group of GSRs based in Tripoli, come to the base’s aid.