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Quartet of Danish lads off to fight The Taliban. Going to Afghanistan is compared to football: we’ve trained, now we need match practise.
“It doesnt mean your mad if you laugh at irrelevant stuff. You need normality because this is all senseless” says officer to them.
Filtered through the same greeny grain as Russian film Alexandra. But i felt more genuinely engaged by this. (Even if the subtitles were difficult to read at times. Grrr!)
An uncomfortable sense that something bad is bound to happen. One of our boys is going to get blown up – or shot.
Meanwhile, blow up a little Afghan girl. What’s she worth compared to one our boys?. Family get 1500 in compensation.
“Its all fucked up” says a lad. It is. Seems pretty pointless. They don’t even know who they’re shooting at.
Three soldiers are blown up by an IED.
Revenge time. Slaughter 5 of “the bastards” in a ditch. Chuck a grenade in there. Empty down a magazine.
“Its been reported we liquidated wounded people and piled up the dead to take pictures of ourselves as heroes. And that we laughed about this during our debriefing”.
Seems like they did to me. But it didn’t feel wrong. Which makes me complicit. Cus maybe in their situation i’d have done the same: thrown that grenade in; emptied my gun; posed for the picture; acted the hero.
Disturbing.
Dir: Janus Metz, Denmark
7/10
