I recently watched a movie about a US Special Forces veteran who flies to Alaska on a private jet to drink beer, be sad, and have flashbacks by a mountain lake with her dog (who, of course, also suffers from severe PTSD).
Everything seems cool, but then they get into a plane crash and try to survive in the wild. Or rather, the dog tries, and the green beret veteran with 30 years of service experience starts doing things that apparently he spent all those 30 years just playing keyboard, and telling everyone that he served in the spisnaz. Because all his actions were more reminiscent of sophisticated and painful suicide attempts in the fresh air than an attempt to survive in the wild. He did all this with the saddest face of a PTSD veteran, but it still came out funny, especially when the special forces fighter took all the left belongings from the plane, but left a gun with an optical sight and ammo.
I shouldn't have watched more, but I finished watching it. I won't spoil it, but only the shell-shocked dog played well there.
Why am I doing all this? Furthermore, American cinema is now less likely to feature those you want to be like. There is no strong hero image, but there is a group of non-binary, body-positive, gender-neutral knights of the Sad Order.
And it's sad, because they really knew how to make good movies.