OK, I’m naive, but I just don’t get the premise of the plot. Every day the Americans get out of bed and go attack the Japanese position again. It’s on this ridge (surprise!) and the Yanks have to climb up a rope ladder before getting into the business of human body destruction. But here’s the thing: the ladder is there every day, and the Americans are allowed to climb it completely unresisted. At the end of another day of dismemberment, they climb down it again, unpursued, knowing that it will be there again tomorrow. Why? Why don’t the Japanese cut the damned thing down, before during or after the daily incursion? Why don’t they drop stuff on the climbing GIs? Beats me.
28 October 2015, I wrote: Hacksaw Ridge is about to win Best Film in the AACTA awards for 2016. It’s a multinational production of an American story, set in Okinawa, which was filmed in Australia – perhaps because it was cheaper to do so here. What this event demonstrates, it seems to me, is that such awards have very little to do with the country in which they’re handed out, and not much to do with quality either. It’s only three years since Best Film was won by an even less appropriate film, The Great Gatsby: another echt American story, which wasn’t even shot here. And, to rub salt into the wound, Leonardo di Caprio was given the Best Actor award – an Australian award! WTF?
Australian awards should be given for Australian stories.
This has now also been nominated for the award of Best Film at the 2017 Oscars. It’s a film about war, so I’ll watch it very reluctantly – later. ...
I’ve now watched it. It’s horrible. Nothing more.
Hacksaw Ridge (Mel Gibson, 2016)
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