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And on those bloody beaches, the first of them fell
I saw the first half of Gallipoli tonight. I had office hours; I had to leave after the ball at Cairo. All bets are off until I see the rest. But I was thinking as I walked out that up to this point the film had been much less a traditional war movie than a picaresque adventure, and how that was not inappropriate. Because young men did join up for the greatest game of them all as though it were a race-meet or another chance to impress the girls, and larked around foreign places and lied about their ages and played at war-drills and hit the beaches and died. And that was all.
I will have to reserve judgment until I've seen the rest of the film, I know. It could still tank in the second half. But in some sense, it doesn't matter. You know how it will end when the title comes up. And how, in that hell that they called Suvla Bay, we were butchered like lambs at the slaughter. No one can outrun bullets. But they don't know that, those laughing boys. Even the cynical, practical ones, they don't know how bad it will be. And we who have history on our side, who know what Oedipus is going to find out in the last act, and what will happen when Agamemnon comes home, all we can do is watch. It's a trope; it's a storyteller's trick. Even so.
I hope no one still signs up for the military that way—believing the newspapers, thinking dulce et decorum est. I'm not that much of an optimist.
I will have to reserve judgment until I've seen the rest of the film, I know. It could still tank in the second half. But in some sense, it doesn't matter. You know how it will end when the title comes up. And how, in that hell that they called Suvla Bay, we were butchered like lambs at the slaughter. No one can outrun bullets. But they don't know that, those laughing boys. Even the cynical, practical ones, they don't know how bad it will be. And we who have history on our side, who know what Oedipus is going to find out in the last act, and what will happen when Agamemnon comes home, all we can do is watch. It's a trope; it's a storyteller's trick. Even so.
I hope no one still signs up for the military that way—believing the newspapers, thinking dulce et decorum est. I'm not that much of an optimist.
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I would be up for that. I might need a few days' breather between Gallipoli and . . . Western Front, but I have been wanting to see it for years.
"We live in the trenches out there. We fight. We try not to get killed, but sometimes we are. And that's all."
Yeah . . .
Were I yet a teacher...
Every year.
I might also assign Johnny got His Gun, though I didn't much care for the film version.
I might change it up a little and show Das Boot, once in a while; especially to the classes I didn't like.
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Is this trauma from good film or trauma from bad film, then?
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