0 out of 1 people found the following comment useful :- We Were Soldiers In A Plot-less Movie, 2 September 2003
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dunmore_ego from Los Angeles, California
Like the Viet Nam war, We Were Soldiers has no plot. And also like the
Viet Nam war, the movie drones on incessantly with half of America
saluting it and the other half protesting that it should be ended.
The number of isolated incidents Hollywood can potentially mine for
movies about WWII or Viet Nam or the Gulf or, more recently, the war
sloganed as 'Dumb President Dumb War', is limitless - but seriously,
bozos, what's the point? After the hundredth explosion and twentieth
empty promise of, 'We will leave no one behind!' and fiftieth guy who
dies saving his friend's life, can I now claim my membership in the
'Inured To War Movies' Club and get on with my wretched life? In other
words - I GET IT! Put the fake blood down and step away from the Huey.
So it's a 'true' story - WHO CARES? There's some running and shouting
and explosions - and then there's some running and shouting and
explosions. But it's a True Story! - SO WHAT?! Rhubarb rhubarb harumph
harumph. (I didn't get a harumph outa that guy!) Tagging any story as
'true' doesn't guarantee that it's worth telling. I bought fourteen
rolls of toilet paper today and spoke to a CD replication plant in
Santa Ana. True story. Where's my funding?
Braveheart's descendant, writer/director Randall Wallace injects human
involvement to the point where we shudder to imagine the loss of even
one human life on ANY side. But this has become a tenet of modern
movie-making the war film ironically decrying violence. 'Twould be a
Profound Testament, were it not for "All Quiet On The Western Front",
or "Paths Of Glory" or "The Deer Hunter" or "Saving Private Ryan" or a
hundred other previous films with deeper and larger hearts.
And yet, unbelievably, some slick-tongued agent was able to finagle
some studio executive into conning some corporate funder into coughing
up money to beat out the same old story with different names.
I'm not even saying that this was a 'bad' movie (in that Roger
Corman/Ed Wood sense of the word), just that it was... 'unnecessary'
(in that John Woo/Michael Bay sense of the word).
Despite its overall pointlessness, there are many surprisingly good
points to this movie. The film-makers actually bothered to TRANSLATE
the Vietnamese, which humanized them considerably; most movies of this
ilk callously regard "the enemy" as faceless, unintelligent guerillas
who just deserve to die but the choice to portray the Viet Cong
making military decisions, giving pep talks to their boys in... uh,
green? tope? (what WAS the color of their uniform?), allowing the
Vietnamese protagonists to express feelings of horror, indecisiveness,
heroism, *humanity*, almost evened out the insensitivity shown to that
race in every previous war picture to date Too late the apology if
this movie were made in an age where war pictures were taken seriously,
rather than mushed out in production-line fashion after September 11,
2001, maybe it would have made amends. Instead, it becomes
indistinguishable amongst the bilious fad fodder like Black Hawk Down
and Behind Enemy Lines.
Another plus was the portrayal of the euphemistic 'friendly fire'; I'm
sure that in the course of every major battle where no one knew which
way was down, up or pan-dimensional, innumerable scores of troops must
have been cut down by their own men, although, we realize that in
showing this ONE scene, the movie-makers absolve themselves of the
implication that this type of incident was commonplace. It is handled,
as we would expect Hollywood to handle it, like a mistake that happens
as rarely as Dennis Miller resorts to fart jokes for cheap laughs.
Of course, all the maudlin attempts at heartstring-tugging were
shoveled effusively down our throats, such as the birth of Chris
Klein's baby and his subsequent hollow prayer, 'I don't know what god's
plan is for me - I hope it's to protect orphans and not make any' - now
let's qualify that statement with the word 'AMERICAN orphans', cos you
sure as hell made a lot of Vietnamese orphans out on that field today,
you mannequin-faced hypocrite.
We're aware of his massive range of acting chops, but for this movie,
Mel Gibson just cupped one hand and skimmed the surface froth of that
deep, deep mug. And speaking of mugs, this movie may have salvaged a
few reasonable moments were it not for Mel's egregious mugging at every
foreseeable opportunity. His unabashed mugging was to this movie as
Chuck Heston's was to Soylent Green. He delivered many monologues, all
drenched in red-whaht-en-blue; he made a lot of empty promises (most of
them concerned with 'leaving no one behind' blah blah) he oozed a lot
of compassion and ultimately, should have quit the movie business after
making Braveheart. (Can I get a witness?!? Examine his silly repertoire
after that award-winning epic: Pocahontas, Ransom, Conspiracy Theory,
The Patriot, What Women Want, Lethal Weapon 4 - to name a few.).
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We Were Soldiers In A Plot-less Movie, 2 September 2003
Author: dunmore_ego from Los Angeles, California
Like the Viet Nam war, We Were Soldiers has no plot. And also like the Viet Nam war, the movie drones on incessantly with half of America saluting it and the other half protesting that it should be ended.
The number of isolated incidents Hollywood can potentially mine for movies about WWII or Viet Nam or the Gulf or, more recently, the war sloganed as 'Dumb President Dumb War', is limitless - but seriously, bozos, what's the point? After the hundredth explosion and twentieth empty promise of, 'We will leave no one behind!' and fiftieth guy who dies saving his friend's life, can I now claim my membership in the 'Inured To War Movies' Club and get on with my wretched life? In other words - I GET IT! Put the fake blood down and step away from the Huey. So it's a 'true' story - WHO CARES? There's some running and shouting and explosions - and then there's some running and shouting and explosions. But it's a True Story! - SO WHAT?! Rhubarb rhubarb harumph harumph. (I didn't get a harumph outa that guy!) Tagging any story as 'true' doesn't guarantee that it's worth telling. I bought fourteen rolls of toilet paper today and spoke to a CD replication plant in Santa Ana. True story. Where's my funding?
Braveheart's descendant, writer/director Randall Wallace injects human involvement to the point where we shudder to imagine the loss of even one human life on ANY side. But this has become a tenet of modern movie-making the war film ironically decrying violence. 'Twould be a Profound Testament, were it not for "All Quiet On The Western Front", or "Paths Of Glory" or "The Deer Hunter" or "Saving Private Ryan" or a hundred other previous films with deeper and larger hearts.
And yet, unbelievably, some slick-tongued agent was able to finagle some studio executive into conning some corporate funder into coughing up money to beat out the same old story with different names.
I'm not even saying that this was a 'bad' movie (in that Roger Corman/Ed Wood sense of the word), just that it was... 'unnecessary' (in that John Woo/Michael Bay sense of the word).
Despite its overall pointlessness, there are many surprisingly good points to this movie. The film-makers actually bothered to TRANSLATE the Vietnamese, which humanized them considerably; most movies of this ilk callously regard "the enemy" as faceless, unintelligent guerillas who just deserve to die but the choice to portray the Viet Cong making military decisions, giving pep talks to their boys in... uh, green? tope? (what WAS the color of their uniform?), allowing the Vietnamese protagonists to express feelings of horror, indecisiveness, heroism, *humanity*, almost evened out the insensitivity shown to that race in every previous war picture to date Too late the apology if this movie were made in an age where war pictures were taken seriously, rather than mushed out in production-line fashion after September 11, 2001, maybe it would have made amends. Instead, it becomes indistinguishable amongst the bilious fad fodder like Black Hawk Down and Behind Enemy Lines.
Another plus was the portrayal of the euphemistic 'friendly fire'; I'm sure that in the course of every major battle where no one knew which way was down, up or pan-dimensional, innumerable scores of troops must have been cut down by their own men, although, we realize that in showing this ONE scene, the movie-makers absolve themselves of the implication that this type of incident was commonplace. It is handled, as we would expect Hollywood to handle it, like a mistake that happens as rarely as Dennis Miller resorts to fart jokes for cheap laughs.
Of course, all the maudlin attempts at heartstring-tugging were shoveled effusively down our throats, such as the birth of Chris Klein's baby and his subsequent hollow prayer, 'I don't know what god's plan is for me - I hope it's to protect orphans and not make any' - now let's qualify that statement with the word 'AMERICAN orphans', cos you sure as hell made a lot of Vietnamese orphans out on that field today, you mannequin-faced hypocrite.
We're aware of his massive range of acting chops, but for this movie, Mel Gibson just cupped one hand and skimmed the surface froth of that deep, deep mug. And speaking of mugs, this movie may have salvaged a few reasonable moments were it not for Mel's egregious mugging at every foreseeable opportunity. His unabashed mugging was to this movie as Chuck Heston's was to Soylent Green. He delivered many monologues, all drenched in red-whaht-en-blue; he made a lot of empty promises (most of them concerned with 'leaving no one behind' blah blah) he oozed a lot of compassion and ultimately, should have quit the movie business after making Braveheart. (Can I get a witness?!? Examine his silly repertoire after that award-winning epic: Pocahontas, Ransom, Conspiracy Theory, The Patriot, What Women Want, Lethal Weapon 4 - to name a few.).
So when's the next propaganda due?
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