This has to be the greatest tearjerker of all time. I was only an early teenager when I saw this (now 66), and I cried till the sun came up, as I lie in bed trying to sleep after seeing it. Thomas Mitchell was just too much as the bereaved father, and I have felt a close kinship to him because of what he went through for what seems like all of my life. I wanted to take him in my arms and comfort him somehow. His boys were so filled with wonder and joy, and so young and excited about life. The movie almost culminates everything that is so devastating about war, but makes the point that it has its place in the weaknesses of mankind, and the fact that we all are, after all, just human.
Review of The Fighting Sullivans
