A traditional old-time war movie complete with easily identifiable stock characters, roughly delivered dialog and overly theatrical death. With all of its conventionality, it still manages to stumble a little as it struggles to settle on a point. This film about a war corespondent (Robert Mitchum) who gets wrapped up in an ambush has its, hey I'm a war movie made during the Vietnam Era vibes. At the same time, since this wasn't made today, the directors weren't as comfortable crapping all over our troops while they were still fighting and dying - today, if you don't crap on our soldiers and imply they're murderers you're some pro-McBushie Muslim baby killer. The film suffers from some odd choices because of this duality, being a pro-war/anti-war movie. At one point Mitchem ponders the emotional depths (well, as deeply as he was able to delve into them given his stoic delivery) while the war rages around him. This kind of break from reality cuts deeply into the film's credibility and distracts from what should be a great film.

Concerning the performances, Robert Mitchum plays Robert Mitchum in this one. His leaden persona hangs a little heavy on the production but Peter Falk easily lightens things up with a relaxed, comfortable performance.

Overall, this film has some significant flaws, there's no doubting that. These flaws can be forgiven thanks to some very good patchwork, battle sequences and the inclusion of Peter Falk in the proceedings. I do recommend the film, but not as something you should hunt down. If you're flipping through the channels or if absolutely nothing else is available, you can fall back on this pick.


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Labels: film, movie review, Peter Falk, Robert Mitchum, Robert Ryan, war, World War II

This is far from perfect and numerous fatal flaws that make wide swatches of this film excruciating to watch. One of the key battles in Naval history is reduced to stumbling scenes weighed down with two-dimensional dialog and clumsily edited in raw footage. Charlton Heston and Edward Albert suffer through some of the more awkward scenes I've ever seen as father and son. Charlton lives up to his usual belligerent hero persona. On the other hand, Albert whines in a performance so lacking in confidence and nuance that makes Mark Hamill's Luke Skywalker seem like Olivier playing Hamlet.

Despite the broad scale, the huge ambitions and impressive cast, this film falters. Part handicapped by the style choices stemming from the time it was made, part ruined by simply bad writing, this movie is a huge missed chance and should be avoided.


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Labels: Charlton Heston, Cliff Robertson, Edward Albert, film, Glenn Ford, Henry Fonda, James Coburn, movie review, Robert Mitchum, Robert Wagner, World War II