The Force Awakens – And Runs All Over Hell and Back.

All that I am going to say about the newest Star Wars flick at this point in time is that it was vaguely reminiscent of some of my other favorite films (LOTR and The Hobbit) in one very notable way:

There is LOTS and LOTS of running…like – – – LOTS. Little BB Droid must be awesome shape. 🙂

That’s all for now, no spoilers.

FURY (the film).

I watched it, despite my inner-child’s pleading not to – I watched Fury with Brad Pitt, Shia LaBeouf, Logan Lerman, Michael Peña, and Jon Bernthal, and written and directed by David Ayer. All I can say in summary is WOW. WOW. WOW. WOW.

Apparently, David Ayer was hell-bent on creating a war movie that was much richer in detail and truer to life than any other in its category; and he based his content on many old books from many sides involved with the warfare in Nazi Germany…and I will attest that he succeeded. The element of true comradery blazes brightly within the human dynamic in between the horrific battle scenes, as is in most war films. However, this one placed even more emphasis on that score due to the nature of the specific men the film followed, and what their’ roles were as soldiers:
They truly loved one another like brothers, I believe.

Any time I watch a war movie, it hurts. The more accurate and true to life that movie – the more it hurts, naturally. I was in a world of hurt last night throughout this film – in regard to how realistic and touching it was – beginning to end. The characters were each well back-storied and the content was hauntingly accurate.
To give you a few ideas of what I consider being well-done war movies:
1. Platoon
2. Full-Metal Jacket
3. the original Band of Brothers
4. Saving Private Ryan
Anyway, I will not make any spoilers at all, other to say that anyone who has a stomach or the taste for this genre film should most certainly see it, despite Brad Pitt. We all know how he usually ruins a war movie because he is way too pretty to be very convincing in most cases. He did not look like himself at all in this film, and his typical annoying aura was nowhere to be found. Of course, I looked like the sad clown of the side show when the film ended, leaving me with make-up streaks and a very runny snot-locker for a good half-hour afterward. War movies hurt more when they are truthfully done; this was a very painful one to watch in that sense, but unbelievably well done.