Turner Classics has been running the old classic war movies the last few days in honor of Memorial Day. I've spent several hours in front of the boob tube enjoying some of the greats that my pops and I used to watch late at night. The Longest Day. Battle of the Bulge etc. Tonight, my all time...use to be..favorite, came on. Where Eagles Dare. Richard Burton and Clint Eastwood. Growing up, I thought that was quite possibly the coolest war movie ever made. The total package. Intrigue. Spies. Double agents. Germans killed by the dozens. Shit blown up.
Sat down tonight and watched it in its entirety. Holy damn, how cheesy can you get? Why didn't I leave it alone and remember it fondly? It's like the writers just didn't have time to tie everything in. Let's jump off a cable car 100 feet in the air into freezing water with bullets flying. Just happen to land by a shack where someone is waiting for us with blankets. Oh, and and a big snow plow bus which we will use to drive to some remote German airport where we will somehow miraculoiusly rendezvous with a plane that flew in, timing it perfectly from England...
Shit....I wish I had never watched it again.