Understand! Hark, I agree with these people, yes, all through a fella's noddin an clapping and shuffling and mumbling, kinda physiological shit goin on would cause an onlooker to assume I just done caught sight of these folks cross the counter in a café, aye, and with fifty-seven verses written for to offer unto the sway of their hair this way or that.
But no, purely intellectual, this admiration right here.
And all these fascinating pieces of artwork an TV footage and newsreels and the like; Manipulation through the ages, images of snarling Germans and buck-toothed slant-eyed "Japs" nestling longside fabricated reports of atrocities in Kuwait, (on account of the actual atrocities proved a tad embarrassing to the US Administration) and yeah, those masses taking to the streets, tearing Hussein's statue asunder, footage that leads the viewer to assume a hell of a lot more citizens were present at the event, footage that leads the viewer to assume thousands, most likely hundreds of thousands, were rallying round, when the actuality, the wide-lens, yes, reveals all sortsa contrasting information.
Intellectually sound, The Duke announces.
And yet the scowling ol' bastard leaning over the shoulder, whisperin into The Duke's ear-drum-holes. "But is this enough?" Lookin at the notebook. Is it enough?
Because a man can't go about reviewing a motion flick if he doesn't mention how it might work as such. As a slab of cinema, you understand, as a piece representing the motion arts, uh-huh, and where they might be at, War Is Sell is, well, kinda lacking.
As a film, as something to be exhibited and adored and loved and discussed, it's flat, it looks fairly poor, it has the aesthetics of a puddle side a kerb in a fairly nondescript street no-ones walked on for a decade.
Cause that ol' bastard, what he'll say is, agreeing with the sentiments and issues and ideas raised therein isn't enough to justify a motion-flick, no, because at some point you have to think, well, why not write a book?
The notebook, what it says is;
"Yes, as a film I don't know how successful this is, I don't know that 56 minutes is long enough for this kinda venture, I don't know that sections two and three, interesting as they are, couldn't have been shortened significantly and maybe a few more viewpoints flung into the first act."
Article comments
1 - Phillip Winn
This review contains what might be known as a brilliant observation, if a fella were so inclined to quantify observations. Phillip finds himself nodding his noggin with great enthusiasm at the realization that many films expressing a dissenting opinion rely most heavily on the idea of skepticism, and yet don't themselves necessarily hold up under the fine standard of skepticism they're asking a fella to employ.
It's ironic, is what!
2 - Aaron, Duke De Mondo
Thank you Phillip! yeah, that right there is the central irony, maybe, in, if not all, then at least a large proportion of these typsea documentaries. Which is not to say i don't support the sentiments at least 97%, but still, you'd hope that folks take it upon themselves to examine the information afterwards. Most likely that's the point of the damn things. to get folks to think.