David Belasco once said, "If you can't write your idea on the back of my calling card, you don't have a clear idea. So I'll keep this brief.
What a great movie this could have been. The images of the opening scenes--stunning, gripping, so beautifully done. And there were the singular moments in the military admin offices where the brothers' notification letters where detected as being from the same parents, and the general movingly quotes Abraham Lincoln, and so forth. Sitting there in the theatre, you sense that you are watching a piece of marvelous film-making that will truly become a classic.
Then you sit aghast as the spirit of Modern Hollywood drips over the screen, and before your eyes the movie becomes stupidified. You see an American soldier sobbing like a baby on a staircase while he listens to a fellow soldier struggling in a hand-to-hand fight-to-the-death just feet away at the top of the stairs ending when a bayonet is gingerly pushed into his chest. Is this supposed to be a depiction of some cosmic melodramatic reality? And then we later see this pathetic soldier in the ending battle on the bridge execute that same German soldier who is standing there surrendered with his hands up. What are we supposed to "feel"? Elation, as if this kid "finally became a man"?
At the ending, there was that marvelous scene when Ryan morphs into an old man, standing again at the Normandy cemetery. So beautifully done. I wanted to feel something, but it just wasn't there. The preceding moments in the movie so strikingly offend one's sensibilities, that there is just taint left.
I was surprised that someone the likes of Dale Dye was willing to let his name be applied to this project.Get more detail about Saving Private Ryan (Sapphire Series) [Blu-ray].
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