so i watched this movie once a couple of years ago and got myself into one of those seething fits that make me so happy. this time i watched it with my dad and his old self, with the gravity of his years, isn't so quick to froth. so that tamped down my excitement and i watched it a bit more critically. i mean, this movie's super masterful and flat out gorgeous. the trial scene is a weakness; their calling the prior bravery of the soldiers immaterial isn't really credible.
basically this movie's best at humanizing cinematically cowardly behavior. that drunk is every one of us! we need more people breaking down and weeping on screen, more vengeful, despicable little people. for it's in those contemptible personalities that we're forced to come to terms with the structural evil of war. all the prancing nobility of the generals up top has gotta come out infinitely more monstrous than the sniveling drunk's accidental murder of his comrade. gotta set up those counterpoints, got to make people own up to what they would be like. yo, that's it! force people to watch a movie in which they identify with the contemptible schmucks! the pathetic victims! anybody who identifies with colonel dax is hilarious and i hope they trip. i like to think i'm honest enough to identify with the drunk.
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