Bad war poetry read over less awful photography

Rating: 1/10 (16 March 1999)

I will never have those three hours back again. I tried to fall asleep, only to be startled awake by more gunfire. It was painful to have to sit through this terrible movie. The Thin Red Line is three miserable hours of bad war poetry read over cheesy war scenes. There are intermittent flashbacks that remind me of Obsession commercials. How nauseated was I by the cliche of flashing back to the wife left behind, swinging on a backyard swing in a yellow sundress? When the wife writes to say she wants a divorce, I had to laugh. I ended up wanting the soldiers to die, just to make the bad, bad movie go away.