Were it not quite so self-impressed, Clint Eastwood’s highly anticipated Flags of Our Fathers might be taken as an earnest, sturdy tribute to what has lazily been designated “The Greatest Generation.” As it is, it is by no means a bad film, although it takes a long time to tell us very little, and at times seems to buy into the very myth it is de- bunking.
Here’s his full “B” review of the film.
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