"I like a good story, well told. That is the reason I am sometimes forced to tell them myself." - Mark Twain
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Flick Pick: A Bridge Too Far
A Bridge Too Far (United Artists, 1977)
Today, on the 70th anniversary of the launch of Operation Market:Garden, and a few short weeks after the passing - at the gloriously fully ripe age of 90 - of the movie's director, Sir Richard Lord Attenborough, today's pick is a magnificently done war epic, based on Cornelius Ryan's book. The cast is nothing less than a veritable galaxy of stars, running the gamur from Laurence Olivier to John Ratzenberger ages before Cheers, all of them showing up in vignettes interwoven in the film as they were in real life. Mostly accurate, in some cases painstakingly so, and occasionally not, and marvelous for the fact that they gathered a small air force and assembled an army of cast members to do the air drop scenes, back before faking such things with CGI even existed. The war movie genre numbers no small number of remarkable efforts, and this movie belongs among that pantheon.
Not counting the news outlets or websites along the full range of accuracy and veracity, I follow 10 or so actual individuals' handwritten blogs. Looking them over, 8 of the 10 are current serving or former military and 4 of those 8 are some variation of high-speed low-drag elite forces ninjas. And 2 are cops. So in other words, the same folks I trusted in the military not to wet the bed, sh*t themselves, or otherwise run around like headless Nancys, are the same folks I trust on the interwebz, for demonstrating pretty much the same trustworthiness and circumspectly responsible behavior. Color me shocked.
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