1957 – The Bridge on the River Kwai

Yaawwn!  After nearly three hours of Japanese encampments in Burma, sickening British pride, look-alike actors, and little-to-no character development, I still cannot tell you what this movie was really about.  Perhaps it was making a statement about Englishmen shooting themselves in the foot after months of work on a bridge and an attack plan to blow it up?  I may never know.  And if it means sitting through another three hours of the same dull confusion of plot to find out, I don’t want to know.

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20 February 2010

I was recently reprimanded for my scathing reviews of The Bridge on the River Kwai and The Apartment.  When asked for his reasoning, Travis offered an insightful rebuttal:

The Bridge on the River Kwai is awesome for its scope, the grand scale of its visuals, the ambitious story, etc., but mostly for raising interesting questions. It’s concerned with morality more than character development, in the way that some people view fate: a big, spinning organism in which we are just bit players. It doesn’t matter who we are, really, because there are bigger things happening. I liked the questions it raised. Is it right to do the wrong thing for the right reason? Is there ever a time when it is appropriate to shirk duty and do work that is less than our best? Is there a moral consequence to destroying the work our own hands made (because that destruction does, after all, affect other people)? The movie made me think, and I like movies that make me think.

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