"Bland" war movie

Declan 2022-01-28 08:22:59

I feel that this film is not the type that everyone will like. Compared with Hollywood war films, there is no such heroic war scene. It is a family's point of view to let the audience experience World War II through the film.
Because the film is based on the memoir, each scene is very real, and it feels real, as if the story is happening around you. The characters' behaviors, dialogues, relationships, and conflicts are not unexpected but very emotional and shocking, allowing the characters to fully express their characters in the story. What strikes me the most is that the film against such a tragic background is not so gloomy, the beginning is brisk, and the whole film is not lost in fairy tales, humorous, and makes the whole development of the story seem so natural, not at all unacceptable or unacceptable. Incomprehensible feeling.
It is rare that the film is very simple, without strong guidance or advocacy, but tells a real story for the audience to experience, judge, understand and recall.
I've always hated watching movies about war, but this one is an exception.

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  • Davonte 2022-04-22 07:01:54

    A total collapse of the works

  • Randi 2022-04-20 09:02:39

    The war was too tragic, and the youth were too hot-blooded.

My Boy Jack quotes

  • Rudyard Kipling: [after being informed of Jack's death] By all accounts he was very brave, so few of us have the opportunity to play our part properly. But he did. He achieved what he set out to achieve.

    Caroline Kipling: He must have been in such awful pain.

    Rudyard Kipling: If you talked to wounded soldiers they would tell you the pain only sets in later. So, he was lucky. I was done with quickly.

    Caroline Kipling: Don't tell me he was lucky! He wasn't lucky, or... or Brave, or happy! Jack was eighteen years and 1 day old! He died in the rain, he couldn't see a thing, he was alone! You can't persuade me that there's any glory in that!

  • Caroline Kipling: [crying] I miss him.

    Rudyard Kipling: [bursts into tears] So do I.

    Caroline Kipling: I can feel his head on my chest. I can feel his thick hair under my fingers. I can hear him laugh. I can feel his heat against me.