After serving several grueling weeks aboard a 'tip of the spear' US Marine humvee in the war in Iraq, Rolling Stone Journalist Evan Wright sat down to write what he felt was the most truthful account of what he had seen. Several years later, creators of 'The Wire', David Simon and Ed Burns, the latter a former Vietnam veteran and policeman, decided that the material was ripe for transition to the small screen.
And here it is, in all its foul-mouthed, thuggish, empathetic, stupid, brave, helpless, hapless, steel-eyed, hilarious, heart-breaking and possibly life-changing glory. There are few concessions to either side in this debate. You will gasp in horror as our protagonists accidentally bomb villages and mistakenly decapitate civilians with smoke grenades, and then baulk in disgust as the incompetent leadership and bureaucracy skewers them mercilessly and traps them into a situation that becomes both unbelievable and yet painfully memorable for anyone who watched the news in 2003/4.
The marines are by and large both fired to the teeth with testosterone and harrowingly exposed to horrors that they accept and deplore as the nature of their profession. Painfully aware that they have been trained to be both ruthless and crushing, and yet when the pull comes, coaxed into becoming light-handed and fair human men; a duality emerges that coaxes some staggering performances from all involved. Most visibly perhaps, the praise swings towards James Ransone and Billy Lush. Both of whom start off with little sympathy and become beautifully flawed and realized by the end. Yet highly notable are turns by Chance Kelly, Jonah Lotan and the appropriately named Stark Sands, to name just the tip of the iceberg.
A sumptuous visual feast caught in glorious gritty-vision, Generation Kill may not be a massive stretch plot-wise or even philosophically; given that it's essentially still portraying the young men affected by war mantra that's been a screen staple for decades, but after viewing the entire series only the most naive soul could deny that this is the type of series that television was born to make.
And here it is, in all its foul-mouthed, thuggish, empathetic, stupid, brave, helpless, hapless, steel-eyed, hilarious, heart-breaking and possibly life-changing glory. There are few concessions to either side in this debate. You will gasp in horror as our protagonists accidentally bomb villages and mistakenly decapitate civilians with smoke grenades, and then baulk in disgust as the incompetent leadership and bureaucracy skewers them mercilessly and traps them into a situation that becomes both unbelievable and yet painfully memorable for anyone who watched the news in 2003/4.
The marines are by and large both fired to the teeth with testosterone and harrowingly exposed to horrors that they accept and deplore as the nature of their profession. Painfully aware that they have been trained to be both ruthless and crushing, and yet when the pull comes, coaxed into becoming light-handed and fair human men; a duality emerges that coaxes some staggering performances from all involved. Most visibly perhaps, the praise swings towards James Ransone and Billy Lush. Both of whom start off with little sympathy and become beautifully flawed and realized by the end. Yet highly notable are turns by Chance Kelly, Jonah Lotan and the appropriately named Stark Sands, to name just the tip of the iceberg.
A sumptuous visual feast caught in glorious gritty-vision, Generation Kill may not be a massive stretch plot-wise or even philosophically; given that it's essentially still portraying the young men affected by war mantra that's been a screen staple for decades, but after viewing the entire series only the most naive soul could deny that this is the type of series that television was born to make.
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