Passchendaele

This is a remarkable movie!It should be credited for an accurate depiction of the physical misery, dread, and mad activity of combat, as well as the really remarkable, sudden, and arresting acquaintance one gets w/ internal human anatomy when gobs of it are splattered all over you. Been there. To the reviewer who's written IT WOULD BE WELL FOR YOU and ONE DOESN'T NEED -- OR WANT: this movie is not entertainment; it is about a reality that few of the potential audience can have experienced: combat, what it's like to be hurt in such, and what just may become of you if you are very, very lucky, are medevac'ed out, and later receive fine-quality care. Clearly it takes a good deal of maturity to actually understand or 'GET THIS'; it doesn't appear that this particular quoted reviewer does? The movie is a faithful depiction of reality, not amusement or a game for suspended-reality millennials. Why would a potential reader NOT NEED - OR WANT confirmation of the accuracy of this depiction, from one of the 53,000 recently wounded USA veterans? We are few, in the scheme of things (3% of the soldiers deployed; 1 of every 6,000 living Americans), and many of us are not able to write. War is not a game, and depictions of it should not be entertainment. War continually cripples fragile human bodies. And it's not fun to be crippled: it's permanent. I limp and ache, and I have or had many buddies less fortunate than I am.A film can't portray to "never-served's"; what it FEELS like in combat. For those of us who have been there, though, - in any war - we vividly relive the smells, the shock waves, and the multitude of long-accumulated discomforts (headaches, hunger, bruises, rashes, cuts, sprains, infections - and the unique dumbing effect of months of sleep-deprivation), and the constant, long-term exposure to weather that we had no choice but to experience to the full, the often disturbing sights that we've seen, and the emotional numbing that some of us would fight (others not, succumbing to it, forever thereafter emotionally dead). Exhaustion was the primary, overwhelming feeling, and the resulting drifting inattentiveness the French call "ennui". All of this simply accumulated the longer you were in combat. And on top of all of this, there was the obvious need for continual hyper-awareness of surroundings. The only positive thing that I recall is that we each were accepting of other co-unfortunates as complete equals, and would share unhesitatingly. The surreal life of a combat soldier at the "point of contact"; is incredibly, definitively uncomfortable, stressful, and at times bewildering. The filth just has to be experienced. You come to believe that you can never become clean again, and come to suspect that memories of past cleanness were false. Exhaustion simply mounts. We were gradually expended. Reactions become purely reflexive, w/o thought. And all of the above describes your state prior to wounding. Once wounded, you experience the predictable waves of pain that thoroughly distract you from your surroundings; you KNOW just when the next wave will begin to roll through you, and you tense for it, and those muscles finally exhaust themselves: during a pain-wave, it is the only reality. This experience is completely surreal. I remember being dazed and mentally drifting as an Army nurse swabbed clean a patch of skin on my forearm to insert an IV to rehydrate me and apply the morphine (morphine really works, by the way: all pain temporarily vanishes!). Medical orderlies: "Prepare to lift!" "Lift!"; "Prepare to move!", "Move!" To be lifted and carried strapped onto a taut stretcher is a bewildering, disorienting experience. "Prepare to rack!"; "Rack!" The stretcher is locked into a sturdy, aluminum frame, w/ many others. You can now turn your head to one side or the other, only that. "Where are you from? How were you wounded?" You take stock of newly-found buddies (rank insignia cannot be seen; it is "bad form" for wounded to acknowledge rank), and try to let the reality of your disabilities sink in. Are you permanently crippled? You feel helpless, vulnerable, desperate, because your weapons have been taken, and these have not been out of your hands in months, prized possessions. Triaged numerous times at different stops, you are medevac'ed progressively "back", handed off from the "A Team"; to the "B Team" as you are gradually de-prioritized. You doze. Only your head is loose, and it rolls side to side as the aircraft rocks in flight.As depicted in this movie, those who come to accept this existence as "their new normal" will never readjust to peacetime. Call it "PTSD", but it is really the normal and healthy acceptance of conditions that had to be endured. The truth, for good or ill, is that none of us are the same afterward - and our families (particularly) and acquaintances can't help but notice this. We all lapse into the "thousand-yard stare" frequently, even years after our wars - and thus we recognize one another, veterans of whichever war.As was the case w/ the movie's protagonist, immediately after being medevac'ed out of combat, I spent several months billeted among other wounded in what was called a "Warrior Transition Battalion" (WTB), and we were called "wounded warriors" by the excellent, caring Army nursing staff. While there, waiting in queue for my surgery, I believe that I saw the full scope of wounds and also PTSD. We received good billets. We were clean (!), and were served fine chow. More importantly, we had time to talk to one another, at length, in the Day Room. I still remember many of those impromptu conversations. Rank was forgotten. We solicited the other's stories. We commiserated. We shared a mound of well-thumbed novels - and we discussed them! We were patient w/ one another, always waiting for a long pause before speaking in conversation, never interrupting another. Those more mobile got coffee for those less so. I remember that some of us played chess, and took the time to concentrate on our moves (we had nothing, if not time!). Others gathered to watch, all quite patient. None complained or urged faster play. I remember one languorous day, late morning to dusk, spent in a group that continually varied w/ comings and goings, discussing all aspects of coffee: experiences w/ it, different preparations of it, and its relative importance to a man. Eventually, we discussed our future prospects, in many cases altered due to new handicaps (I could no longer walk w/o a cane). We each wanted quiet, calmness, dignity. Ah, to be clean, untroubled, and to sleep between clean, white sheets, under good, thick, wool Army blankets! I recall it wistfully now as a "golden time" interlude after a filthy, degrading, bruising experience.This film did well: it presented the 1916-17 face of this experience. I wish that young boys should see this side of things before they come of age: the degrading misery and filth, rather than film glamor .... only the comradeship was positive. Young boys need to understand that this experience cripples you permanently: you do not recover from this. I will never be the same again - but I am better for the experience, a more generous person, capable of empathy. The US Army uses the term "resilience" , describing an elasticity, as if combat-degraded soldiers recover as good as new. This is a fantasy. One can recover from exhaustion, sleep-deprivation, and from malnutrition. You can even recover from some wounds. But combat is more than these. Those who haven't been through it can't see that. You do not recover from PTSD; you can only ameliorate some of the effects.The movie also suggested the nagging guilt that we wounded felt, leaving our buddies back in the fight. This is a very, very important topic. I still feel ashamed that I wasn't part of the final formation, when it was dismissed (I was in hospital at the time: in pain and unable to walk unassisted). This feels like inadequacy. I feel like a "slacker". We all felt it. It isn't depicted frequently enough, writers neglect it because they didn't experience it themselves and can't get into the minds of those of us who did.

At 20 million dollars, PASSCHENDAELE was the most expensive Canadian movie ever produced. And I think it's fair to say that every dollar of that budget shows on the screen. From the ultra-realistic battle scenes at Ypres and Passchendaele, to the portrayal of Calgary as a small prairie town at the turn of the 20th century, it is faithful to the visuals of what it must have been like to live at that time.PASSCHENDAELE is a throwback to the kind of war movies made by John Wayne, albeit with a hero in the throes of neurasthenia (PTSD) for having needlessly killed a young German soldier in a particularly cruel fashion. It wavers between glorifying the soldiers who fight in war, while criticizing war itself, especially the old men who stay safe at the home front and shame young men into joining the army.This movie is amazing in that it is a war epic quite literally made by one man, Paul Gross. Gross, wrote, solicited funding, produced, directed, starred, and even wrote the song "After the War" for this movie. I'm a fan of war movies, and it was this fact that led me to first watch PASSCHENDAELE. I must say, that for a one-man war film, it is astounding. I really enjoyed it. Other reviewers have commented on anachronisms in the speech of the characters and a "plastic love story", and, to some extent, these are valid criticisms. But I ask them, could they single-handedly make a better movie?The love story is between the character played by Paul Gross, Sgt. Michael Dunne, and his nurse, Sarah Mann, played by the wonderful Caroline Dhavernas. The cast is rounded out by wonderful Canadian character actors, many of whom will be recognizable to fans of The Murdoch Mysteries, dueSOUTH, Slings & Arrows, and others.Michael and Sarah have a strangely unrequited love; hers being dependent on him keeping her brother safe in the war. I wanted the characters to have more of a love story while the movie spent time on the home front in Canada. In my opinion, it would have strengthened the power of the ending.Yet, this is a very powerful piece. I would caution families against showing it to young children, as the battle violence is quite realistic. Sexual scenes are very tame and brief, with no skin showing and more left to the viewers' imagination than to the screen. Quite wisely too, I think. PASSCHENDAELE was given an "R" rating -- I believe because of the war violence. I think it would be ok to show to teens with parental guidance, especially if they are studying WWI in school. Like its spiritual predecessor, ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONT, the violence is not gratuitous: it shows the utter brutality and sheer waste that war can be. Nevertheless, the visuals are brutal and disturbing. Something that parents would want to talk to their kids about.PASSCHENDAELE highlights the tremendous contribution Canada made to WWI. The sheer numbers of men killed were staggering. It glorifies the bravery of the individual soldier and of the platoons, while showing the futility of the war. It has a place in the war movie collection of any fan of the genre.Passchendaele

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I think that Paul Gross is a Canadian national treasure going back to his days in 'Due South'.Passchendaele is an indication of the mature power he can bring to the screen when given a large budget (albeit only large by Canadian standards).This is not a movie that will appeal to war buffs who are bound to find fault. Try to remember that this is made on a tiny fraction of the amount spent on Hollywood epics and is meant to appeal to a wider audience than the toy soldier brigade.But for anyone who wants to see a tremendous Canadian movie though, I strongly recommend buying it.

Really enjoyed this dvd - shame it didn't get a cinema release in the Uk. The story is based on the experiences of the writer's grandfather which makes it all the more compelling. Amazing battle schenes. I can see why it won so many awards.

Recht eindrucksvoller Film, mit etwas zuviel Schmalz, aber angemessenen Pathos.Die Szenen aus dem Krieg sind erstaunlich heftig für fsk16, die Story dahinter scheint der Zeit angemessen.