War movies. Ew.
When I was little, I had to watch the end of “The Rat Patrol” because it came on before “Little House on the Prairie” and I hated ever minute of my wait. There was another war TV show they played in the 70s, “Combat” — and I hated that too. Unshaven men shooting at each other, scattered blood and guts, comaraderie from living in the trenches were not my thing.
So naturally, God, in His Infinite Wisdom, wanted to teach me a lesson. He brought Mel who is the ultimate war movie guy into my life. His dad was a WWII veteran and a survivor of the Bataan Death March so war stories — unshaven men shooting at each other, scattered blood and guts, comaraderie from living in the trenches — were always discussed at the dinner table. Mel’s “special alone time” with his father (remember, he’s 10th of 10 kids) came when his dad would take him Cubao to see the latest war flick.
My husband can be very passionate when he talks about this film genre; and being the loving wife that I am, I share his enthusiasm in this as much as I share his love for basketball. Okay so it’s in-one-ear-out-the-other enthusiasm — but he doesn’t really notice, so everyone’s happy. To me, you see, if you’ve seen a World War II film with Rogelio De la Rosa in a USAFFE uniform, you’ve seen ’em all.
But all that’s changed. A few days back, out of sheer boredom (and an overload of romantic comedies), I checked our DVD collection for a movie I have yet to see and scrounged up my husband’s copy of “Band of Brothers”. The series blew me away like a rampaging M4 Sherman tank! It. Was. Sooo. Good.
Since “Band of Brothers”, I’ve seen “Black Hawk Down”. Any movie where Legolas and Obiwan Kenobi have an exchange in a faux American accent is worth the momentary loss of hearing (the sound on that film was excellent — loud, but good).
Any more suggestions?