Noel and I watched Uwe Boll's Tunnel Rats last night.
It was the most depressing Vietnam War film I've ever seen. And that is saying a lot, yes? Because depression is a pretty vital requirement of a Vietnam War movie.
Unfortunately not much of the acting was very good (the only female cast member, Jane Le, being one exception), and some of the effects were very ordinary, which let down a fairly compelling story. There was a complete and utter lack of progress, story-wise, but I guess the point of it was to show a moment in time. Less than 24 hours in the Vietnam Jungle.
If you know anything about the Cu Chi tunnels in Vietnam, you'll know what went on in those suffocating underground hell holes. Noel's been there himself, crawled through one tunnel - so he wasn't as shocked as I was at some of the horrible violence.
Scary, sad, shocking, ultimately thought-provoking. All of the terrifying things that happened to those characters actually happened to real soldiers. That makes it so much more wrenching than it would be otherwise.