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Hostiles was in theaters in 2017, but it is on Netflix right now.
This is a movie about PTSD. This is also a Western. If some of the characters don't have PTSD when the movie starts, they acquire some high octane, brain shredding, someone-give-me-a-gun trauma that would have a modern American popping Paxil like candy.
There isn't enough Wellbutrin in the world to help the first PTSD victim we encounter. Being as there are no pharmaceuticals in ye olde west, one has to develop a hard shell. Or suffer in silence.
When I was a kid, westerns did not interest me, with the exception of any Clint Eastwood western. If you add up all the westerns ever made, that is how many times I have watched and re-watched Clint Eastwood's westerns. So it all evens out.
Yeah, I did see True Grit. The real one. With John Wayne.
But for the most part, I have never been into westerns.
The star of this movie is Christian Bale. American Psycho. Batman Begins. Some other stuff.
In this movie, Christian Bale is Clint Eastwood in a US Cavalry uniform. A soft spoken, stoic, laconic, badass.
Bale is given the task of escorting a dying Indian chief to his burial ground. The chief has cancer. He's also Bale's number one enemy and he does not want the job. But with a little arm twisting threats about his upcoming pension, he takes on the task.
Apparently, Bale and his unit travel the Old West's version of an interstate because they encounter no end of other badasses who seem to have nothing better to do than kill all the other badasses on the trail.
There are no friendlies in this movie. Thus the title.
That is all I'm going to tell you.
It really is about PTSD. This is not your usual bang-bang cowboys and indians movie.
Here is an extract of an exchange between Joe (Bale) and his best friend who is being forced out of the army.
BFF: I think I've reached the end of my sojourn. They say I'm not fit. Sort of have the melancholia.
JOE: Mmmm-hmm. Well, there's no such thing.
Enjoy.
.
This is a movie about PTSD. This is also a Western. If some of the characters don't have PTSD when the movie starts, they acquire some high octane, brain shredding, someone-give-me-a-gun trauma that would have a modern American popping Paxil like candy.
There isn't enough Wellbutrin in the world to help the first PTSD victim we encounter. Being as there are no pharmaceuticals in ye olde west, one has to develop a hard shell. Or suffer in silence.
When I was a kid, westerns did not interest me, with the exception of any Clint Eastwood western. If you add up all the westerns ever made, that is how many times I have watched and re-watched Clint Eastwood's westerns. So it all evens out.
Yeah, I did see True Grit. The real one. With John Wayne.
But for the most part, I have never been into westerns.
The star of this movie is Christian Bale. American Psycho. Batman Begins. Some other stuff.
In this movie, Christian Bale is Clint Eastwood in a US Cavalry uniform. A soft spoken, stoic, laconic, badass.
Bale is given the task of escorting a dying Indian chief to his burial ground. The chief has cancer. He's also Bale's number one enemy and he does not want the job. But with a little arm twisting threats about his upcoming pension, he takes on the task.
Apparently, Bale and his unit travel the Old West's version of an interstate because they encounter no end of other badasses who seem to have nothing better to do than kill all the other badasses on the trail.
There are no friendlies in this movie. Thus the title.
That is all I'm going to tell you.
It really is about PTSD. This is not your usual bang-bang cowboys and indians movie.
Here is an extract of an exchange between Joe (Bale) and his best friend who is being forced out of the army.
BFF: I think I've reached the end of my sojourn. They say I'm not fit. Sort of have the melancholia.
JOE: Mmmm-hmm. Well, there's no such thing.
Enjoy.
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