Flags of Our Fathers
Paul and I squeezed in the last cinema screening of Clint Eastwood’s Flags of Our Fathers last night at Gateway’s Cinema Nouveau. Considering the awards season buzz swirling around it and the fact that there hasn’t been a good World War II movie in a long while, we felt the need to see it on the big screen. The verdict: Flags is a good film but far from a masterpiece. The problem lies mostly with the last 30 or so minutes of the film, which seem to fall into a dull ‘And then this happened, and this, and this’ pattern. It’s a problem that often affects films based on real-life events as the film makers feel the need to complete characters’ life stories. In the case of Flags of Our Fathers, the gripping, graphic flashbacks to combat on Iwo Jima suddenly cease and we’re ‘treated’ to a series of scenes set against the backdrop of a post-War American homefront. The ultimate aim of Flags of Our Fathers appears to be an examination of what it is like to live with the ‘hero’ label, typically w...

