The Green Berets
(Warner Bros., 1968)
Moby Dick, the Great White Whale itself, that Vietnam movie.
The one loosely based on Robin Moore's kickass book.
(Of which, I'd still like to see a movie or three made.)
The one that pissed off hordes of Hollywood artsy-fartsy trendy leftists all to hell - for decades, got dissed by critics up the yazoo, and called cheesey, populist, knee-jerk, brainwashed hyper-American hawkish anti-communism, blah blah blahbitty blah. And probably still sets Jane Fonda's teeth on edge.(Huzzah!)
Wayne also co-directed it, returning over triple the production budget of $7M for a $21.7M gross in an era when $1 tickets were common, and passed up the starring role as Major Reisman in The Dirty Dozen to make this movie. And still had time to win a Best Actor Oscar the next year (wearing an eyepatch) at the tender age of 62.
Bottom line, it still rocks, it turned out to be far more truth in one work of fiction than any five other revisionist versions of the Vietnam War, both at the time and in hindsight, and did we mention that it rocks, not least of which because of Barry Sadler's ballad, Jim Hutton, David Janssen, Aldo Ray, Luke Askew, George Takei, Raymond St. Jacques, Patrick Wayne, America, apple pie, Green Berets, and John by-God Wayne.
Suck it, communist pigs.