



I spent most of this watching Lee Marvin’s face, and I suspect Samuel Fuller did too — the camera keeps parking on it, and every time it does, whatever battle is happening becomes the second most interesting thing on screen. He barely raises his voice and still feels like the most dangerous man in Europe.
The trouble is the rest of the squad. Even Mark Hamill, fresh off The Empire Strikes Back, never comes into focus — I couldn’t tell you much about any of them beyond who holds which rifle. So there’s not much to feel when one of them stops coming back.
And it’s a bit Forrest Gump in fatigues: one platoon at every major stop from North Africa to the last days of the war. Fuller was actually there, which is the only reason it gets away with it. Still, Cinema Paradiso's copy, the Reconstruction Cut is generous with itself at nearly three hours long, (the theatrical release was just over two), and starts running on fumes long before the end.
Worth it for Marvin’s face alone.