Kills Me Dead

Basically it’s hard to watch a WWII movie in which large numbers of men storm an impossible to take beach without thinking “Um, Mr. Eastwood, this is lovely but Mr. Spielberg — your co-producer! — did this better eight years ago.” That said, maybe there aren’t enough good movies made about the Japanese theatre, so in that respect it’s refreshing. ~~OMG PEARL HARBOUR~~ [I haven't seen The Thin Red Line, though, so I can't be too sure in comparison to other modern films taking place in the same location.] They had lovely black ~~Icelandic~~ sand.
Ryan Phillippe was surprisingly good, although admittedly I filter all his lines through the voice he uses in Cruel Intentions.
I thought it dragged on a little at the end, the same way Lord of the Rings: Return of the King did, i.e. they could have ended the film in several places but instead chose to include any and all possible endings regardless of whether or not they helped or hindered the story.
The main theme that gets played through the length of the film drove me absolutely crazy, by the way. The first three or four notes sound exactly like the song in Amadeus that Salieri writes in honour of Mozart’s visit to the emperor and then Mozart, the ass, turns around and rewrites the song. Every single time they played it, all I could hear was Mozart’s laugh and alksjdf;lkjasdf gah.

Sometimes snarky, usually indignant