Once they witness war they are forever changed, their life is never the same. His portrayal of Swoff is credible and complex. So when the marines went in, they were left with mop-up duty. If you go in to it looking for a character driven story, then you'll enjoy it. The effect is more harrowing than any battle sequence, underlining Jarhead's anguished point: war is not heroic or rousing. Jarhead wants to mess with you and does so effectively. Yet, as much as the film contains the familiar elements of war movies, the thrust is different.
Swofford learns from Sykes that Troy concealed his criminal record when enlisting and will be discharged when the unit returns home. You may remember him from Friday Night Lights but he really shines here. Jarhead excels in its depiction of boot camp life, but after shifting away from these early episodes about 20 minutes into the feature it loses steam, growing less interesting when it should be drawing viewers into the story. It is unlike most war movies in that it focuses entirely on the personal experience of a young man caught up in the military process. If Mendes does believe that war movies can serve a purpose, his own timely addition to the genre does not demonstrate the necessary ambition.
If Russell had Catch-22 as his guide, it is instructive that the book Swofford is reading is The Stranger by Camus. The film is really a series of vignettes about the group of soldiers in Swoff's company. A band of sniper Marines practice, grunt and boogie during the first President Bush's Iraq intervention in what amounts to pure nihilism. The ground war, launched on February 23, lasted only four days or, to be precise: four days, four hours, one minute. Can't we even get our own music. It is a build up to a scene that never occurs. But, excuse me, but Isn't that the whole idea? And, to strengthen the connection to Apocalypse Now, Mendes has employed Walter Murch, who edited the earlier film.
Joining the marines, 20-year-old Tony Swofford seeks sense, maybe a way to fit in. The message here is clear — any previous message was lost on these boys long ago. It's a shame because the film has less to do with the politics of war then the unique personalities that made up a specific platoon of Marines in the first Gulf War. Their commander, Sergeant Siek Jamie Foxx , is the kind of hard-but-fair solider who shows up in nearly every war movie. They face Incredible frustration and aggravation playing the waiting game.
And yes the detailing of male sexuality in the i clapped at the end of this movie - i thought it was interesting in not following a predictable script and faithful to the plethora of information that was in the book, i think those who read the book would appreciate the movie better. It is explicit but always brief. At last, they're sent to a battleground that's been decimated by the awesome U. There are scenes of the soldiers watching the old war movie, Apocalypse Now, following along with the music, and thirsting for the first sight of bloodshed. In training camp, he becomes a sniper and learns to dote on his gun. Sykes warns them to expect 70,000 casualties in the first days of the war, but as we recall, the Iraqis caved in and the war was over. The Marines march through the , strewn with the burnt vehicles and charred bodies of retreating Iraqi soldiers, the aftermath of a bombing campaign.
The Gulf War breaks out, and his unit goes to Saudi Arabia for Desert Shield. Don't waste your time, money or brain on this one---remember I told you so. During a monologue, Swofford realizes that all of his training and effort to achieve the elite status as a marine sniper is meaningless in modern warfare; it was an arduous and glorious path that led nowhere. This is about loss, but not the loss of life. By mid-January 1991, more than 500,000 U.
In this case, the focus isn't about the madness of slaughter in the jungle, but the madness of inaction in the desert. They have been trained into a frenzy of readiness, and all they find on every side, beautifully visualized by the film, is a vastness -- first sand, then sand covered with a black rain, then skies red with unchanging flames 24 hours a day. In late 1990, Swoff's unit is sent to Iraq, where they spend months drilling and finding ways to kill time, waiting for the word to be given for the sword of American military might to fall. Jaime Foxx makes a stock character more interesting that he might ordinarily be. It contains no heroism, little action, no easy laughs. Jarhead is prettier and crisper, but both of the films refuse to stick with a central theme. Besides the fact it has no story line and a dumb ending, the film is useless.
That is the point of director Sam Mendes' laborious account, with a side of existentialism, based on a book of the same name and adapted by hit-and-miss screenwriter William Broyles, Jr. It wasn't like that when the story began. Most often the soldiers bury their stress under aggression. Days and days and days they wait. The film shows frequent images of carcasses burned and broken along the Gulf war's infamous Highway of Death. The other standout for me in the film was Lucas Black as the country bumpkin named Kuhn.
Unlike most war movies Jarred does not focus on the enemy or the war at hand, it gives us here at home a little inside look at what the soldiers experience and why their lives and minds are changed forever. Starring the double-voweled Jake Gyllenhaal and Peter Sarsgaard, with Jamie Foxx and others as members of the Marine Corps, Jarhead plays them as filthy hogs and tries to elevate their dull, daily desert grind to importance. I think Jarhead is going to take a few years to fully digest. Swofford is locked in a battle between his apathy for life, his drive to succeed at something, and pressure from the Marines. But take Jarhead at its word and skip the suck. And afterward he turns the rifle in at the armory, and he believes he's finished with the rifle. Sykes Jamie Foxx during this time, which is shortly before the advent of the Gulf War.
As diplomatic negotiations stagnated, United Nations troops primarily from the United States massed in Saudi Arabia. Generally, Blacks have never been treated the same as. At the last second before Swofford takes the shot, Major Lincoln interrupts them to call in an air strike. In the end, Jarhead is less than the sum of its parts because of its admirable refusal to pick sides. Stakes rise when his platoon is sent to Iraq. Mendes directs with a sure hand and never feels the need to call attention to sprawling scenes of camouflaged extras.