The Bridge on the River Kwai
Directed by David Lean
Written by Carl Foreman and Michael Wilson based on the novel by Pierre Boulle
The movie starts in the sweltering jungle of a Japanese prisoner of war camp in Thailand where valiant English soldiers are digging graves for their fallen comrades. The iconic tune is introduced pretty much right after with the new prisoners marching in and whistling it. Oh man, I was sick of it by the end of that scene.
The beautiful scenery seems oppressive. It could be the colour palette or the awfulness of the characters’ situation. Being forced to build a bridge for the enemy does seem like a pretty bad situation, and ‘the oven’ is freaking terrifying.
But I can’t help but feel that this movie is cheerful and downright pleasant compared to The Deer Hunter. Like, it’s long and not super action packed, there’s a lot of men who look similar wearing the same clothes and they talk a lot. But it’s pleasant enough.
1957, it was a simpler time. By simpler I mean a lot more racist. But then, you know. What are you going to do? Sigh, it makes it hard to watch this kind of movie. The racism is so hard to look past.
There’s a pretty high body count, as warned by the opening shots of the men digging graves. But over all I just found it pretty… slow… not super exciting. For a movie with so many deaths the action isn’t super compelling. The swimming in the river and blowing up the bridge sequence is pretty good.
Does it make me love the people? I… nah, not so much.
Bechdel test: hahahahahaha no. There’s the one woman who makes out with Chapman as soon as meeting him, so that’s pretty telling I guess.
Shears: Nicholsen was a hero, they were about to shoot him and he didn’t bat an eye.
Major Warden: I suppose if you’re about to be shot there isn’t much else you can do.
State of Mind: That was very long and I am pretty happy that it’s over.