I watched "The Thin Red Line" last night for the second time (I think). It's still a weird, surreal movie but I liked it better this time around. One day I must watch it alone so no bastard is talking over the voice-over ... the bits of it I caught sounded interesting. "Where does it come from? Is there an animal inside every man?" Stuff like that ... maybe light-weight, cheap philosophy, maybe not - as I said I didn't catch enough of it to tell. Probably a bit of both.
I also watched "Saving Private Ryan" again. And I cried at the end of it - again. That movie does it to me every damn time. It's got flaws, there's no perfect flick, but it's so incredibly powerful.
I should get my own VCR one of these days. Bugger it, I should get a TV that works. :)
Cheers!
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