Patton shooting process
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Helga 2021-12-07 08:01:42
In fact, the movie itself is a bit lengthy and lacks climax. However, as a war film in which the United States was seriously frustrated during the Vietnam War, it won so many Oscars. Its political purpose is too obvious. It has indeed achieved certain results by portraying a war madness like Patton, so it can be regarded as a "successful" biography. . Hey, Americans at the time, whether you are left or right, you must hate the Bolsheviks rudely...
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Isai 2021-12-07 08:01:42
I believe in reincarnation, because I heard the cry of the ancients; I am fearless, because I lead the bravest soldier. Hitler was raised by a bitch, and Russians are still not a good thing. I am "General Patton", don't tell me anything about "defensive position", what I want is victory! Carry the war to the end! for Motherland! For the glory of the soldiers! (1970.02.04) 8.0
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Soldier: Where ya goin', General?
Patton: Berlin! I'm going to personally shoot that paper-hangin' son of a bitch!
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Patton: What's the matter with you?
Soldier Who Gets Slapped: I... I guess I... I can't take it sir.
Patton: What did you say?
Soldier Who Gets Slapped: It's my nerves, sir. I... I... I just can't stand the shelling anymore.
Patton: Your *nerves*? Well, hell, you're just a God-damned coward.
[Soldier starts sniveling]
Patton: [Slaps him, once forehanded, then backhanded on the rebound]
Patton: Shut up! I won't have a yellow bastard sitting here *crying* in front of these brave men who have been wounded in battle!
[Soldier snivels some more, and Patton swings a vicious forehand slap, knocking his helmet away]
Patton: *Shut up!*
[to the doctors]
Patton: Don't admit this yellow bastard. There's nothing wrong with him. I won't have sons-of-bitches who are afraid to fight *stinking up this place of honor!*
[to soldier]
Patton: You're going back to the front, my friend. You may get shot, and you may get killed, but you're going up to the fighting. Either that, or I'm going to stand you up in front of a firing squad. I ought to shoot you myself, you god-damned... bastard! Get him out of here!
[pulls his service automatic. At that, the doctors leap forward and hustle the soldier out of the tent. Patton keeps shouting at the soldier's back]
Patton: Take him up to the front! You hear me? You God-damned coward!
[Takes deep breath]
Patton: I won't have cowards in my army.