Word: battlegrounds
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...writers of these letters should proceed forthwith to Loew's State, and find out for themselves what a really good war movie looks like. For "Battleground" combines a documentary's accuracy with the close-up look at individuals that no documentary can give. And it avoids the stereotyped action (boy meets girl and leaves her because duty calls, corporal hates sergeant because of prewar rivalry but repents when wounded) of "Sands of Iwo Jima...
...Battleground" is the story of an airborne unit at Bastogne, during the German winter counter offensive of 1944. This is a singularly unheroic unit as movie fighters go, preoccupied not with the Tradition of the Service or the Call of Duty, but with frozen feet, interminable K-rations, and three-day passes to Paris. The unit is trapped, partly through its own inexperience. It fights against an intelligent, non-fanatic enemy it often cannot see. Its men die quietly and terribly with a minimum of dissertation on the evils of war, or the girls they have left behind...
...writers of these letters should proceed forthwith to Loew's State, and find out for themselves what a really good war movie looks like. For "Battleground" combines a documentary's accuracy with the close-up look at individuals that no documentary can give. And it avoids the stereotyped action (boy meets girl and leaves her because duty calls, corporal hates sergeant because of prewar rivalry but repents when wounded) of "Sands of Iwo Jima...
...Battleground" is the story of an airborne unit at Bastogne, during the German winter counter-offensive of 1944. This is a singularly unheroic unit as movie fighters go, preoccupied not with the Tradition of the Service or the Call of Duty, but with frozen feet, interminable K-rations, and three-day passes to Paris. The unit is trapped, partly through its own inexperience. It fights against an intelligent, non-fanatic enemy it often cannot see Its men die quietly and terribly with a minimum of dissertation on the evils of war, or the girls they have left behind...
...What is a face?" Williams wrote. "What has it always been, even to the remotest savagery? A battleground. Slash it with sharp instruments, rub ashes into the wound to make a keloid; daub it with clays, paint it with berry juices. This thing that terrifies us, this face upon which we lay so much stress is something they have always wanted to deform, by hair, by shaving, by every possible means. Why? To remove it from the possibility of death by making of it a work...