Fury
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Show of hands: who else sees this title and automatically thinks, "The story of a horse, and boy who loved him"?
Another show of hands: who else always wants to stick another r in this word?
Oh, by the way, the title character is a tank.
I'm not a big fan of war; I'm not even a big fan of war movies, but they serve the function of demonstrating why we've hardly ever lost a war. It's because we have Brad Pitt and they don't, whoever they happen to be in any particular war. And Brad Pitt, besides smirking like Brad Pitt and cracking wise like Brad Pitt, is humane enough to arrange a sweet virginity shedding between a callow piano-playing private and a music-loving German girl yet pragmatic enough to force that same private to murder a helpless prisoner lest he get his comrades killed by being unable to "do his job" (a job that everyone in the tank, now less callow private included, later agrees is the best job he's ever had). And mostly because Brad Pitt, as he'd already proved in Inglourious Basterds, excels at killing Nazis (and presumably other enemies he might come across), and at inspiring his men to do likewise.
I wonder whether I can watch Basterds under the aegis of Halloween month?
Another show of hands: who else always wants to stick another r in this word?
Oh, by the way, the title character is a tank.
I'm not a big fan of war; I'm not even a big fan of war movies, but they serve the function of demonstrating why we've hardly ever lost a war. It's because we have Brad Pitt and they don't, whoever they happen to be in any particular war. And Brad Pitt, besides smirking like Brad Pitt and cracking wise like Brad Pitt, is humane enough to arrange a sweet virginity shedding between a callow piano-playing private and a music-loving German girl yet pragmatic enough to force that same private to murder a helpless prisoner lest he get his comrades killed by being unable to "do his job" (a job that everyone in the tank, now less callow private included, later agrees is the best job he's ever had). And mostly because Brad Pitt, as he'd already proved in Inglourious Basterds, excels at killing Nazis (and presumably other enemies he might come across), and at inspiring his men to do likewise.
I wonder whether I can watch Basterds under the aegis of Halloween month?
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