Jarhead

I have seen this movie a few times now. Every time I watch it I fall in love with it and prepare myself to write about it and then without fail, in its volatile aftertaste somehow lose my appetite to write.
I have been following the same protocol like a blonde for a while now. Now I kind of blame it on the movie itself (it's the safest move dude!). Jarhead is a precise, intact, insightful and objective movie with a very delicate and well-wound sense of subtle humor and pun in it. I break out into a laughter every time the Sargent tells the marines not to attempt to approximate the distance from a target in multiples of the size of their dicks. They are too small he says.
The opening and the closing lines as well as the visuals are deadly and the "Can I grab a seat?" of the supposed ex-marine who jumps into the bus with evanescent gusto fills me with juices of sad nostalgia. The moment is electrifying.
Same goes for the, "No definite protocol exists" and not to forget the last line, "We are still in the desert." It shows you how focussed the director has been in wanting to take the story to come to this note while playing around with the sarcastic humor of the body.

Afterall,
All battles are different.
All battles are the same.