Hugh Manatee Wins wrote:Searcher08 wrote:.....
Saying this author wrote 'Warhorse' to glorify war reveals a talent for story reversal that the CIA would blush at, not to mention appallingly bad taste.
Only I didn't say that.
People. STOP the straw man making-stuff-up-to-huff-against routine.
This thread is about TODAY's Spielberg movie IN CONTEXT. Try and focus?
"Making stuff up to huff"?? "StrawMan"?? huff routine??
I think not.
Let's recap about context:
The context for TODAY'S Speilberg movie is that it is from
AN ANTI-WAR CHILDREN'S BOOK written by a
BRITISH AUTHOR IN DEVON IN 1982
ABOUT THE SHITE CALLED WORLD WAR ONE
WHERE ABOUT ONE MILLION MEN (AND ONE MILLION HORSES ) DIED
AND ABOUT BOND BETWEEN HUMANS AND HORSES
Hugh, have you ever made a connection with an equine?
If you have, surely you can see that is a noble subject for a book?
Have you ever stood on the Somme? Every year more bones rise to the surface.
It is not a 'huff' to stand up and say that when you call this story prowar psyops, that
it actually moves attention away from World War One, which is THE AUTHOR'S CONTEXT for this book, into YOUR CONTEXT, which is one of post WW2 mil- intel.
DULCE ET DECORUM EST
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! – An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling,
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime. . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori.
Wilfred Owen
8 October 1917 - March, 1918
WarHorse is cut from the same cloth as Wilfred Owen - and for you to say that it is a
PROwar piece of psyops is , in my brain at least, thinking that is truly from Bizarro World , where up is down and anti-war is pro-war.
Describing this as a 'huff' when my family has blood and bones in those fields?
Nah.
