Silent gun, silent accusation

Eddie 2021-10-22 14:34:43

Swarford was twenty years old. He rushed to the playground to blow the bugle at six in the morning and found that he had been tricked. Then he ran a long distance in the scorching sun of San Diego, California, lying on the grass and sticking his face to the gun that was scorched by the sun. Practicing shooting, walking on the muddy ground in the rain, saw a partner who couldn't stand the jump and was shot headshot by a large-caliber bullet from a machine gun, and accepted the idea of ​​his hometown girlfriend being brutally fucked by the non-existent Jody. I am also twenty years old. I got up at 7 in the morning and read in the morning. I went to class in the morning and afternoon. Sleepy or skipped class. I played football until I was exhausted and sore. bath. This is Sam Mendes’s accusation of the war, and this should be the accusation of the war. Real and powerful.

As Fox told Swarford that night, they can see things that no one else can see. When the camera turned around, the fire and black smoke from the oil field obscured the sky, and the wreckage of the car and the wire rack were panting, making it a hell scene. Of course, there are many magnificent scenes in this movie, such as dead bodies everywhere after a biological and chemical weapon attack, hordes of Hummers galloping across the desert, and a powerful air force flying overhead. The soundtrack is even more fascinating. From the content of the lens, it should be rich and true.

And express something. Just like the irony of "Pot Cover", after getting off the plane, Swarford had always had the idea of ​​shooting and killing people. He and Troy were lying in the tower near the airport. They looked excitedly and carefully for a long time. When they finally received the order to hold their breath and prepare to pull the trigger, a man who graduated from military academy playing football and injured his knee and was able to become an official rushed in triumphantly. It is said that we are going to air strike, you can only kill one person with one shot, and we will surprise you. Troy went from begging to grabbing the walkie-talkie and finally squatting in the corner crying bitterly. In fact, whoever came to the battlefield for the first time didn't want to personally open fire in this war of disparity in power? Two hornets roared from low altitude and dropped bombs, which blew up the airport and destroyed their little desire to fire a shot.

I stayed in the tower until dark and didn't receive an order to go back. The whistling sound on the way back was thought to be Scud. The Republican Guards behind Po seemed to be numerous, but the two of them rushed to the death duel without fear, even if they sacrificed. Stepping into the festive US military camp, a partner greeted us and asked enviously, man, did you shoot, man, did you kill.

Swarford said, I didn't fire a shot.

The long, expensive sniper barrel painted in the desert is pointed in the air, BANGGGGGGGG! ! ! The war is over.

All the guns in the camp roared, and everyone pulled the trigger. At this moment, neither bonfire nor hip-hop can match the cathartic method of finally pulling the trigger and shooting a shot. The politicians asked them to come to the desert, and they came. They risk taking drugs that have not yet been tested. They fear death and war, but their desire to fire far outweighs fear. Their little wish was realized after the war. Bullets flew randomly in the air, bonfires were rampant, and fighter jets flaunted everywhere.

The triumphant convoy was welcomed by the sidelines, and the Vietnam War veterans enthusiastically jumped into the truck and shouted at the glorious Marines, complimenting their simplicity. Huha! However, everyone was silent. Perhaps what they remembered was that they saw the burning oil field in the vast desert in the last half a day and half a year, forming a hellish scene, thinking of catching a white scorpion but failing to defeat Brother Qiang, thinking of under the scorching sun. Put on a full set of protective clothing and play rugby in front of the media and tell lies, think of women and handguns to kill boredom at night, think of ammunition boxes lit on Christmas Eve, and think of the boring and boring life of more than one hundred and sixty days. For a time, it seemed too powerful but unpopular. As one team member said, all the limelight was taken away by the Air Force. At that time, the A10 with terrifying ground attack power was passing over the vast desert over their heads.

Tens of thousands of elite marines were fully armed and flew across the ocean on planes paid for by taxpayers, and then scorpions digging sleeping pits under the oil rain and occasionally avoiding enemy artillery and friendly attacks. Bullets are not used to shoot enemies, all put in the air, and then fly home.

Oh, so war can be so boring.

"Pot Cover" is a movie of soldiers, and a movie of war. Unlike the special soldiers in "Tears of the Sun", the sacrifices are tragic and majestic, and the war is cruel and romantic. Unlike the touching but watery brotherhood and masculinity in "Brothers", Swarford almost killed him after asking him in a perverted manner. In "Bowl Head", there are no soldiers who want to be generals, no rhetoric, no heroes, no love for children, no thrilling action scenes, no brain breaks. When I returned to Swarford, I knocked on the door of my girlfriend's house and saw the man opening the door. He turned and walked away. He hadn't cried in the boot camp, he hadn't cried in the desert, he held back his tears at the end of the war, and finally came out in front of Troy's body.

Dry! This is war. A complicated, cruel, and disgusting game where politicians treat soldiers as chess pieces for their own benefit. Sam Mendes did it, and all the indescribable things in that war were expressed in "Bowl Head".

There is a story that someone used a rifle for many years, and then he went to war, and then he returned the gun to the armory. He believed he would never use this rifle again, but he didn't care about it with his hands. What, build a house, love a woman, change his son's diaper, his hand is still thinking about this rifle...

A story, someone used a rifle for many years, and then he went to war, and he returned after the war. No matter what you are doing, building a house, loving a woman, changing his son's diaper, he will always be a...pot head, all the pot heads, the killer and the dead, they will always... It will be me, we are still, in the desert.

At the end of the movie, the piano and the man’s voice are singing in low voices, which is the perfect soundtrack as always in this movie. Figos knocked on Swarford's door. The funeral was very quiet. The TV in the room shows the heroic posture of soldiers in the Gulf War. He stood up, walked to the window, and a group of pots were walking in the desert. Subtitles in the play.

They will always be in the desert. War will never be romantic.

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Extended Reading
  • Estell 2022-03-23 09:01:31

    Being able to kill in war is a reflection of self-worth.

  • Madilyn 2022-03-22 09:01:26

    welcome to the suck! fuck.fuck.fuck. every war is different,every war is same.

Jarhead quotes

  • Anthony 'Swoff' Swofford: [voice over narration] The Marine must learn to kill. He may wear a tattoo, or display his medals, or tell lies in bars. But he is not a true marine until he has seen combat.

  • [first lines]

    Anthony 'Swoff' Swofford: A story: A man fires a rifle for many years, and he goes to war. And afterward he turns the rifle in at the armory, and he believes he's finished with the rifle. But no matter what else he might do with his hands, love a woman, build a house, change his son's diaper; his hands remember the rifle.