OK. So I saw American Sniper. Not that anyone cares, but here’s my take.
Given it’s context and for what it is supposed to be, it was an excellent film. 646 more words
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Through it all, all the people he shoots (and, truly, Bradley Cooper seems like he’s acting in a different, much deeper film), all the scenes of him watching fellows soldiers get killed and wounded, all the psychological damage he does to his poor wife when he calls her during firefights, Kyle maintains a pathetic belief in the good of his mission and in the protection of his “brothers.” It has an effect on him – he suffers from PTSD – but the film wants us to believe that it was necessary.
This weekend I took my girlfriend out on a date to celebrate the age-old question young men have to endure at some point in their life, “Can I marry your daughter?” After this successful encounter with her father, we enjoyed a local hibachi grill and later went to the theater to see the hit Clint Eastwood and Bradley Cooper film, “ 730 more words
American Sniper should probably be the best picture winner this year. Eastwood tells this story, like nobody else could. He takes a story just as heroic, tragic, and inspiring as Alan Terring’s story, Forrest Gump, Apollo 13, or Captain Phillips but tells it as an American action movie. 247 more words