There’s something about war that goes well with Oscars, like peanut butter and jelly. If you’ve been around on this blog awhile, you may recall that I devoted an entire month to war-related films and still had plenty left over for other posts – like, for example, this one. Perhaps it’s because there is some inherent drama in war: the personal story meets the epic, the constant threat of death offers a natural level of drastic stakes. I’ve seen a lot of war movies now, and they’re all a little bit different, but they’re also all a little bit the same.
FHtE opens on the arrival of a new soldier to an army unit in Hawaii. He’s both a bugler and a boxer, and there must be some kind of joke there, but now he doesn’t really do either. His commanding officer, a douchebag who doesn’t do much and takes all the credit, brought him there because he wanted to win a boxing championship. Since he refuses to box, most of his peers and superiors make his life difficult with elaborate hazing rituals and punishments, because the time-honored method of getting someone to become a team player is to treat them like crap until they cave and do whatever you want.
Meanwhile, the non-commissioned officer (by the way, if I sound like I’m throwing off vaguely-accurate military terms with confidence, it’s only because I’ve decided to take a stab at it and hope for the best) who runs the show decides the best thing for his career is to indulge in Captain Douchebag’s wife. If you’ve maybe played trivia and seen a still image from this movie in a picture round, say, it might have been this beach make-out scene.
Also, Frank Sinatra is in this movie. Because why not?
I like the subtlety overall of the film, set in Hawaii in the weeks or months leading up to the attack on Pearl Harbor. Except for one scene, where someone is casually leaning near a wall calendar with the date brightly indicated in red: December 6!!! (exclamation points possibly added).
I just read a movie review for Moonlight (even my non-movie-watching ass was intrigued), in which the reviewer likened an actor’s performance to the experience of watching Montgomery Clift act for the first time. I mean, I guess it was fine and all, once I figured out which one he was, but I didn’t notice anything unusually brilliant. This is probably why I’m only a blogger and not a professional critic. Most of my reviews would be one sentence: Yeah, that was cool, I guess.
Theme: War & Doomed Romance
First Time Watching? Yes
Final Verdict: Nobody lies about being lonely