There may have been a stretch of a movie or two where I gave Nicolas Cage some credit. Well, if there was, that credit is fading fast. ÒWindtalkersÓ is his second war movie in a row. Movies that IÕm guessing other more skilled actors passed on before they settled on him. Even so, the unusually sexy Penelope Cruz was the best thing going for the last one Ð ÒCaptain CorelliÕs Mandolin.Ó
In my last review (The Bourne Identity), I said IÕm getting tired of seeing movies where characters have amnesia or with confusing scenes that are explained as a dream sequence. I forgot one. IÕm also tired of watching war movies where 50% of the story is people getting blown up, shot, or otherwise maimed. ÒWindtalkersÓ was this kind of film. You know, I donÕt recall seeing even one bomb that missed sending someone airborne. Plus, there was way too much hi-fiving and people getting excited to go into battle where half of their friends were sure to die. But, even with all of this, I was begging for more disfiguring when the touching between battle scenes took over. The worst of which included a touching (sniff sniff) scene where Sergeant Henderson (Christian Slater) and his Navajo counterpart shared their love of music by playing their musical instruments together. ÉApparently, I was the only one in the theatre that found it to be a comedic moment.
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