between the mountains

While I didn't loathe Saving Private Ryan, I didn't love it either, but I did love The Thin Red Line. I was immediately struck by how it was a film that took you to the top of the hill, where most films would end and instead, showed you all this terrific aftermath; to me it felt like a more rounded depiction of war (granted, I only saw it once, years ago, when it first came out, so I ought to see it again to see see if it holds up) and I was captivated by the "nature photography" aspects of it which provided such a strong contrast to the brutality and horror.

And I'll take anvilicious pondering any day over anvilicious patriotism and Oscar Emotional Blackmail as a driving theme.

Hee hee, me, too.