War is hell, man, war is hell

Rating: 2/10 (29 December 2016)

Except that it wasn't really, not for the Yanks who rocked up at the last minute and grabbed the credit for finishing off the Krauts that the Brits had been pummelling for over 5 years.
By April 1945, while the Septics were gorging on chocolate cake, the Hun was done. Jerry was out of munitions, out of fuel, and out of food - they were down to eating sawdust. Resistance had essentially collapsed, and the remaining pockets were being mopped up by overwhelming artillery and air superiority including the ground attack aircraft which are conspicuous by their absence here.
There were no counter-attacks being launched, no Waffen SS units left in reserve to launch them, and if there were, they wouldn't have made such an utterly ham fisted job of things as shown in this revisionist fantasy, trying to Zerg-rush machine guns.
There is a strong fantasy feel to this dreadful, heavy handed mess. Never mind tracer, the guns appear to be firing laser bolts. Pew-pew-pew. Ami grenades explode handily on impact, Kraut potato mashers with their 5 second fuse just sit there patiently waiting and waiting for tedious dragged-out scenes to play out. Shermans are apparently whisper quiet, which will come as news to anyone who's been within half a mile of one, and their guns go "pop" rather than crashing out a deafening cloud of smoke.
Long and very tiresome story short, this is a Vietnam flick clumsily transplanted to a fog-machine filled Europe. Appalling in every way.