I'll be honest, I was a bit taken aback when I got a bigass bar of soap as a Christmas gift — okay, okay, I get the hint — but after opening the gung-ho package of Victory from Duke Cannon and giving it a whiff, I was transported back in time to boot camp.
Fortunately for me, and anyone with a nose, the soap doesn't literally smell like recruit training. No one wants the aroma of fear, frustration, and confusion around them. Rather, it's strikingly similar to the the soap I remember using at Recruit Depot San Diego. It's kind of like taking a hygienic scrub down memory lane, with the added benefit that you're not sharing a shower with 50 or so sweaty, stinky, and dirty recruits.
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.
So long as the acting isn’t terrible, or the plot awful, even a mediocre film set during the Second World War is going to do well with an American audience. We love that shit — dead Nazis, all-American heroes, massive battles, and, most importantly, a major victory for the United States. In the coming months, we’ll see four more additions to this genre: “Hacksaw Ridge,” “Allied,” “Dunkirk,” and “USS Indianapolis: Men of Courage.”