François Truffaut once claimed that a true anti-war film is impossible. Perhaps. All of cinema is exploitation, so I think that’s a silly hill to die on when looking at earnest efforts in the genre. But even if that is true, Stanley Kubrick is the best of the bunch at making them. I count at least four from his brief filmography among this loose can(n)on. If Paths of Glory deconstructs the construct of “courage,” if Barry Lyndon emphasizes that warfare has been the plaything of the elite since time immemorial, if Dr Strangelove underlines emphatically the insanity of it all, this is the most cynical entry. Warfare is a fetish. Men grasp both of their pieces at the behest of a surrogate father figure in a homoerotic situation all while faggotry is the highest of all crimes. A man is at his best when he is an instrument of war and serves his purpose in killing both himself and his commanding officer. You can scream all you want but you’re still some dumb asshole with a slug in your chest at the end of the day. Men are meat and ideology is meaningless. If Vietnam was the most pointless war for Kubrick’s generation, this is his most comprehensive statement in the matter.
There’s something about the cross-fades and general abruptness in the editing which renders this all the more effective. Nothing matters. Scenes simply fade away, both cementing the drumming down on the recruits and building up their indoctrination and rendering utterly meaningless anything that happens onscreen. Acts of violence are half carried out, simply vanishing before the eye. Who fucking cares? This man lies dead, but it doesn’t matter. These killing machines are just doing their job. The film gives the impression that it doesn’t care, but the attention to detail is still there: at any key point of conflict between Hartman and Lawrence, Joker is also present in frame, implicated in his guilt in some form or other. While other directors might disguise their hard-on for violence in a so-called anti-war film, this one seems genuinely exhausted and baffled by everything that unfolds onscreen.
THE RULES
SIP
Someone says 'rifle' or 'shit'.
Pvt Pyle fucks something up.
A platoon member dies.
BIG DRINK
The drill sergeant delivers an insult that makes you actually snicker.
A tank that you love, but that you know isn't that good?
Well, that would probably be the Renault FT-17. Revolutionary for its time, but antiquated soon after. However, I remember seeing this tank on an episode of "Lock n' Load with R. Lee Ermey" and I fell in love. If you'd have asked me what I was gonna be when I grew up from the age of about 9 to 15, when I started to become disillusioned with the US government, I would have told you I was going to be a tanker, and the FT-17 was responsible. So, yeah, bit of Funny Tank Man lore, and some background on my tank 'tism.
"Today is Christmas. There will be a magic show at 0930. Chaplain Charlie will tell you about how the free world will conquer Communism with the aid of God and a few Marines."