I really didn't like Munich at all. It's an overlong, mostly fictional, middle-of-the-fence, flat film that looses it's way half way through (not that it ever establishes what film it's meant to be in the first place), with characters that make no sense. I had expected this film to do what it said on the tin, i.e. 'This is the story of what happened next'. Happened to whom, or what? It certainly wasn't anywhere near the story of what happened in the aftermath of the Olympic killings anymore than, say, Jack & Rose's story is a true accounting of what happened to the Titanic. At least Spielberg has the decency not to use the phrase 'based on true events', choosing to use the worRAB 'inspired by', so immediately you know it's mostly bullshit.
This wouldn't necessarily be a problem if the film itself was a masterpiece. But it isn't. Spielberg has based this film around a disparate bunch of ficticious characters who were presumably brought together because they're the best in their fielRAB. Best in what though? These are very two dimensional people. There's only one character who seems to have any particular skill. We see glimpses of what the other characters are there for, but not nearly enough to make them believeable or care for them. We see them struggle with their consciences, but again, not enough to make their supposed internal struggles mean anything to the viewer. At least in one particular scene, we get a sense of what it really means to really believe, but not from any of the characters we're meant to care about.
I think a lot of critics are suffering from a touch of Emperor's New Clothes syndrome. Many of them are praising Spielberg for things that other directors would be criticised for. He doesn't moralise about the rights and wrongs of what Mossad did or come down and on either side (which I tend to think is more for commercial and self-preservation - in the career sense - reasons than anything else; for example, many Israelites 'back home' including the athletes families, didn't approve of what Mossad was doing, there was no sense of this), when just a couple of weeks ago, Sam Mendes was criticised for not taking sides with Jarhead. Spielberg also doesn't know what genre of film he's making. Too inaccurate to be a historical epic, not exciting enough to be a thriller and not intriguing enough to be an espionage caper. The last scene was also a cheap shot IMO, possibly intended to bring us back into the real world and ponder on the nature of terrorism, and trick us into thinking that what we've just seen wasn't merely a commercially slick, routine thriller, but is actually relevant to today.
On the plus side, Spielberg recognises that most people who watch this will have a pretty good understanding of what it's about, so doesn't feel the need for an over-simplified version of the whole Israel/ Palastine conflict. It's also well shot, in a grainy 70's style, presumably to give it a documentary feel, atlhough after using similar tricks with List and Ryan, this is becoming old hat now.