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Flags of our FathersDirector: Clint Eastwood War ain’t pretty, son. That’s about the bottom line of it. So don’t put this movie in your DVD player and expect to see a fairytale story of love and flowers and other such mamby-pamby rubbish.
This movie is based on one of the greatest events in modern day history, men. So I recommend you all listen up and listen good. There is no greater image of war than that of the four brave WWII soldiers who raised the American flag in a pile of rubble on Iwo Jima. Some fella named Jim Bradley wrote a story ‘bout that heart-stirring event, God bless him, and I suggest you go and read it post-haste in order to understand the point of this movie, since it was based on said book. The beach-storming battle scenes took me back to my days in the jungles of the South Pacfic, so real was their recreation. It's gruesome stuff that's not for the faint hearted. But that's nature’s way of weeding out the men from the boys. Hell, if it wasn’t the case then the good Lord above would not have made gun powder.
They received the respect and admiration of their nation, a statue in their honour, and medals of honour and valour. Who cares what the stinking public thinks of them outside this, Eastwood? Drop and give me 20! Verbatim: In a word: Honouring |



What you get with Flags of our Fathers is a warts and all recreation of life in the line of fire, you petticoat-wearing-dummy-sucking-nancyboys. If you can’t handle the glorious scenery of this, then how are you gonnna cope when the enemy has you lined up in the cross hairs with a knife at your goolies?
What I don’t get, is the way Eastwood had some of the soldiers return to civilian life distraught and refusing to accept the accolades that follow their heroism. These boys are some of the bravest in the history of modern warfare, yet Eastwood would have us believe they struggled with their notoriety. Rubbish I say!