My wife and myself went to see this movie with a bit of trepidation, because we'd read the book. We were not disappointed.
Sadly, most of the people in the theater were above the age of 35, which says something about our deficient educational system and left leaning culture.
It's become the norm that while fighting Europeans with a Nazi philosophy is noble, battling Nazi types of Asian Background such as the Japanese of the 40's, or the Islamo-Nazi's of today's genre is somehow immoral. Too many of us seem to have been infected with Steven Spielberg syndrome.
In any event, this is more than a movie about Marines battling to secure a sliver of volcanic island in a war against a brutal philosophy that believed a neo-jihadist death for your warrior god guaranteed a favored place in heaven.
Clint Eastwood has developed into an excellent director. He faithfully captured the relationship between soldiers and (as with the book), spent most of the movie revealing how young men in a particular place in history, became involuntary symbols for the last conflict before a Politically Correct spin mechanism didn't interpret anything America was something ugly.
I spent almost twenty years wearing a uniform. My family were the molders and core makers who labored in a Brooklyn New York foundry to produce the Iwo Jima statue that is proudly displayed in Washington DC.
Flags of Our Fathers faithfully displays Americans as human, fundamentally decent, idealistic and self-sacrificing.
We left the theater rather subdued, but filled with a better understanding of how fundamentally different we are from most of the world. If you want a blow by blow description, go see the movie.
Sadly, most of the people in the theater were above the age of 35, which says something about our deficient educational system and left leaning culture.
It's become the norm that while fighting Europeans with a Nazi philosophy is noble, battling Nazi types of Asian Background such as the Japanese of the 40's, or the Islamo-Nazi's of today's genre is somehow immoral. Too many of us seem to have been infected with Steven Spielberg syndrome.
In any event, this is more than a movie about Marines battling to secure a sliver of volcanic island in a war against a brutal philosophy that believed a neo-jihadist death for your warrior god guaranteed a favored place in heaven.
Clint Eastwood has developed into an excellent director. He faithfully captured the relationship between soldiers and (as with the book), spent most of the movie revealing how young men in a particular place in history, became involuntary symbols for the last conflict before a Politically Correct spin mechanism didn't interpret anything America was something ugly.
I spent almost twenty years wearing a uniform. My family were the molders and core makers who labored in a Brooklyn New York foundry to produce the Iwo Jima statue that is proudly displayed in Washington DC.
Flags of Our Fathers faithfully displays Americans as human, fundamentally decent, idealistic and self-sacrificing.
We left the theater rather subdued, but filled with a better understanding of how fundamentally different we are from most of the world. If you want a blow by blow description, go see the movie.