Macho, macho man

Rating: 3/10 (1 May 2020)

There's nothing in this film that you haven't seen in another thousand war movies before. What is perfectly clear is that David Ayer is a hack writer. The story doesn't matter, nor do the characters. The dialogue is laughable. I challenged myself if I could guess the next line, and that was no problem at all. This script is filled to the brim with clichés.
If one is to believe the stories about the production of this film, Ayer put his actors through hell, egging them on to be macho a-holes against one another. For someone who used to work in this field I can tell you that it only results in a miserable shoot, not a more authentic product. They're actors, trust them to do their job. Or perhaps Ayer is simply too much of a failure as a director to be able to coax a good performance out of his actors without treating them like dirt.
The level of testosterone in this movie is ridiculous. Everyone in the cast is so desperately trying to out-macho one another, Jon Bernthal is painful to watch. Michael Peña is playing the same character that he does in every movie, Michael Peña. He might be the nicest guy in Hollywood, but he keep getting gigs as an actor is beyond me. A pitcher with late stage Lou Gehrig's disease has more range. I have apparently seen some of Logan Lerman's work as a child actor, but it made zero impression on me. Which describes my impression of him in this movie. And Brad Pitt's greatest contribution is inspiring the haircuts of a million Chads.
Also, everyone who knows the least bit about World War 2 knows that the ones who mostly bore the brunt against the Nazi forces were the soldiers of the Soviet Union. Any chance Hollywood will make some movies about them?