With the White House mulling a new troop surge in Afghanistan, “War Machine,” a dark comedy about the last time we tried this, is exactly what we need right now. On the surface, the feature-length film from writer-director David Michôd — streaming on Netflix starting today — is an examination of post-colonial hubris. Brad Pitt stars as an eerily familiar four-star general tasked with doing what no other foreign military leader could: winning in the storied Southwest Asian graveyard of empires.
Benjamin Franklin nailed it when he said, "Fatigue is the best pillow." True story, Benny. There's nothing like pushing your body so far past exhaustion that you'd willingly, even longingly, take a nap on a concrete slab.
In March, we were treated to the delightful vision of Brad Pitt as a four-star general tasked with rebuilding Afghanistan in "War Machine, the “politically charged military satire" adapted from the late Michael Hastings' book “The Operators: The Wild and Terrifying Inside Story of America’s War in Afghanistan" that ended the career of said general. But while it was pretty clear from the brief 45-second teaser who, exactly, Pitt's channeling with his jovial smile and aw-shucks attitude, we didn't get a good taste of his portrayal.
Quentin Tarantino's “Inglourious Basterds” is a bit like “Pulp Fiction” meets “Band of Brothers.” It’s an unhinged, wild, and violent film with at least one notable, and deeply satisfying, deviation from history. In case you don’t know, Hitler dies at the end, along with tons of Nazis.