Attempt at an absurdist WWII war pic is a painfully pretentious farrago of poetic speeches, gore, bombs, Euro-Trash/Euro culture, and dog-faced privates gone lunatic, all under Sydney Pollack at his most inept. Trying to be hip, stylish & nouveau vague, Sydney looks all thumbs. What did Burt Lancaster think he was getting into? And what did Michel Legrand think he was doing with "Swingle Singers" doing vocals on the busy soundtrack? Probably meant as a"safe" allegory for the (then) unmentionable situation in Vietnam (M*A*S*H would use Korea to pull that off one year later), this fatalistic downer could at least be considered strongly cast if everyone in it wasn’t at their worst.
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