I'm watching The Deer Hunter, and good lord but this movie sucks. Was everything I liked 3 decades past such shit? Well, I only liked it because it was an anti-war movie and at the time I was trying to be open-minded about the fragglefucks who'd toss moist bags of dogshit upon us as we marched in parade. The Chaplain said we should be nice. DeNiro did his usual off the fucking wall good job, and the rest of the cast strove mightily to do the deed, but at the end of the day all it amounted to was an acid trip told to a stoned stenographer then retrieved from the garbage to have the spaghetti sauce wiped from the good parts so that they could actually start filming.
None of it makes a lick of sense at ANY level, and that MUST mean it's Hollywood's way of going toe to toe with a deep subject.
I DO get one helluva kick with how EVERYONE who toted a firearm kept his finger on the trigger. Back then we all did. Was a sissy thing to be seen with a straight index finger when you knew damn well that the nanosecond of speed it afforded you could easily be the difference between life and death. Ask the kids who paint ball. Straight-finger'd meant you were unsure of yourself and god help you if a tough old Sergeant caught you finger-fucking the stock that way. Funny thing was, nobody shot anybody they hadn't intended on shooting. Times began to change, and one of my last gigs was as a range gunny. I'd look out over the field of what were supposed to be Marines...I mostly handled reservists...and remember, to this day actually remember the first time I said "Get your booger hook off the bang button you mental fucking midget..."
Sniff. Fond memories, sigh. Yes, times had changed and we weren't even allowed to kill them anymores.
THEY didn't know that.
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