Hard Ticket’s second newest episode featured a matchup between 1917 and Dunkirk. Much like the latter’s life-saving boats, my review is a tad late. In my defense, I’m now a graduate student, medical professional, current hater and aspiring lover. My time is simply too valuable to review a regularly releasing podcast, and frankly, it’s selfish of Jeff and Tristan to ask that of me. Nevertheless, I march on, because it’s what the Kaiser demands of me.
I want to start my review of this episode with the movie that takes place first, chronologically. 1917 tells the story of a young British soldier serving in World War I. The young Schofield is tasked with passing a note between two generals, and has to Forrest Gump his way across the front in order to do so. The note, in addition to asking Benedict Cumberbatch’s Colonel McKenzie to check the box if he likes General Erinmore, warns of an impending ambush that would jeopardize 1,600 lives. For context, that’s almost 3% of the number of Palestinian civilians that have been killed since October 7th, which the British government is totally fine with. Much of the discussion for the film centers around the “oner”. In addition to being a gen Alpha slang term for incels, a “oner” is when scenes play out as a single continuous take, without cuts, leaving the 65mm foreskin intact. Personally, I think it’s a gimmick. They say that leaving it uncut makes it more sensitive, but that’s just a PR tactic from the Big Cock industry.
Released two years earlier, 1917’s direct sequel Dunkirk tells the story of an evacuation during WWII, considered by many historians to be the reverse D-Day. The movie features a star-studded cast of British actors, all of whom are suspiciously silent on the issue of the Holocaust. Christopher Nolan’s later WWII movies, Oppenheimer and The Dark Knight, would be similarly antisemitic. Unlike 1917, which follows its protagonist from start to finish, Dunkirk tells the story from a variety of viewpoints. The appeal of the movie is often attributed to the way the pieces all fall together towards the end, allowing the miraculous evacuation to be executed. That, and it’s very, very loud.
Comparing these movies is very much a question of which world war you think is better—there’s no other way to frame it. Sometimes the sequel is better than the original, but that’s not the case here you fucking Nazis. 1917 is the official Hard Flickit (I changed the name of my blog) pick for this matchup. It truly puts the “oner” in World War Oner.
On an unrelated note, tell your National Guard buddy to stop sending his friends to my fucking city.
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