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When I first saw it in the movies at, I think, the age of 12 I had my jaw on the floor. For the first time I experienced THX, and it was on a brutal scene with kids vomiting with fear and low chances of survival with an unforgiving line of fire. I thought "holy shit, war is hell and I'll never play a war videogame or any other war day-dreaming ever again. It'd be disrespectful."
When the film ended, I thought "whoever makes this chaotic awfulness into a game, it'll sell like a mot*&$#$%er (two or three years later, a thousand D-day games and a million WWII games following them). And I wanted to watch it for a second time. And suddenly all these cheesy-but-not-enough-to-explode-cheesomometers became more visible as the horror was banalized and glorified through "war is hell, men go through hell and become Lancelots" into so many-but-equal different packages of USA war nostalgias.
So yeah, war porn.
And an ad that extended itself all the way into that hbo Band of Brothers show, games, documentaries etc etc etc
Dr Strangelove is still undefeated. |
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