Stalingrad (1993). This war gem leaves the glories of war at the doorstep, instead reveling in the squalid horrors of war, physical and psychological. Told from the German foot soldier's point of view, there is no sense of good or bad, just men ordered to kill other men. The Stygian battlegrounds are wonderfully portrayed as fields of death, with men constantly on the verge of breakdown. The battles are brutal and realistic, at least until the tides are turned and the frozen nightmare of winter settles in. Suddenly the battlefield's ominous foe is the frozen landscape, killing without regard to political ideology. The acting, whilst occasionally overacted, still captures our painful imaginations and hearts. The story itself is just a snapshot of war, with no real storyline necessary save to survive.
Genru
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Fate is my mistress, mother of the cruel abomination that is hope.
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