It's a specific kind of poetry, I know. A bit over-wrought, I'm sure, and it speaks to a special kind of sap. I'm just that kind of sap. I forget how much this movie cut me open when I first saw it. I relish each of Terrence Malick's movies, to me they are the highest art. Since my DVDs are packed away in boxes on either coast, I'll take these small, partially satisfying segments for the moment. And in the light of the day's great struggles - a never ending war in Iraq, a struggle to which I have no claim, a workaday life in professional America, a struggle to which I have every claim - it makes The Thin Red Line all the more crushing. To a sappy man.
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