ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONT
It needed three separate assaults on my part. It is bleak, insightful, unflinchingly honest. The music is harsh; it sounds like flatulence, like gas escaping a decomposing corpse. Unspeakably long, yet without a moment of sentimentality.
This is no Disney rendering. I found an article online entitled “How To Watch ALL QUIET ON THE WESTERN FRONT. I thought, “Man, that could have been useful!” It was simply a listing of streaming services.
No familiar star faces to distract us. There are victims, there are survivors, there are cocksuckers…and as always, life and death are capricious. So it goes. That moment arrived (for some) that The War was actually over. In truth, for many of those survivors, The War would never be over. Not ever.
I found myself wondering when I’d had that moment…that MY war was over. I can remember accepting that my life would continue, at least for a bit longer…but I don’t EVER remember laying back and thinking, “Yeah Tucker. You’re finally done.”