Battleground (1949) Directed by William Wellman“You had a good home when you left; yo
Battleground (1949) Directed by William Wellman“You had a good home when you left; you’re right!”That’s the march cadence for this squad of the 101st Airborne Division, on their way to Europe, where they will run head on with a counter offensive by the Germans and one of the worst winters on record. The squad won’t be singing for some time. Ill equipped for winter weather, nearly out of ammunition and food, and trapped in the snowy, impenetrable woods of the Ardenne forest, these “citizen soldiers” (as historian Stephen Ambrose has called them) faced all the misery and deprivation that characterized the Battle of the Bulge. Director “Wild Bill” Wellman (a WWI veteran, stunt flyer, and Hollywood helraiser par excellence) therefore makes certain that we don’t get much to celebrate in this downbeat gem.The characters are the likable G.I.s found in so many war pictures, but this group isn’t having any fun. Wellman also makes it clear that most G.I.s, courageous and patriotic as they may be, had just as soon not slog around Europe on an extended camping trip. But apart from the standard bitching—an art form for most soldiers—there is the very real fear of freezing to death, encountering surprise enemy fire in the blinding snow and fog, or simply getting separated from the outfit and never being seen again. There’s even the vague suspicion that the German counter offensive is pushing back the allied armies. The camera captures all these worries in numerous closeups of faces. Soldiers can’t hide it.In the besieged city of Bastogne, the possibility of stemming the onslaught is weighed against remaining ammunition; in the forests, combat takes place in 11-foot banks of snow or among mazes of heavy evergreen branches. Fighting sheer exhaustion is each soldier’s key battle; a mere glimpse of sunlight might constitute a moral victory. Although actors John Hodiak, Van Heflin, Ricardo Montalban, and a crew of character players do a remarkable job of making it feel authentic, conveying the misery most effectively is James Whitmore as the unforgettable Sergeant Kinnie. He’s a bow-legged, cigar-chomping, grizzled old vet who by God finds the means—and the spirit—to bull his way through all conceivable obstacles. When he notices his shadow in the snow, he almost cries at the revelation. Now supplies can be flown into the combat zone. It’s a typical G.I.’s holiday; the possibility of K-rations, new rounds for his M-1, and a blanket. Only a vet like Wellman himself might understand why this little moment is the film’s climax. -- source link
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