r/WarMovies

I have encountered three types of people when it comes to this movie - Ones who love the film as a whole, those who hate it to their core and those who accepts that it's not a bad movie but opposes the pro American and war messages. I find myself in the third category.

As a movie, I think it's good and does it's job. The war sequences are executed well with really good cinematography and choreography. But the writing and just the whole narrative was trying hard to glorify the US military and wars. I also heard the real life person which this movie is based on isn't really a nice person as the movie portrays him to be.

Pearl Harbor(2001) fucking sucked, and by now it’s common knowledge that almost nothing in the movie is accurate. Easily the worst inaccuracy is when they show the Japanese bombers target the hospital at Pearl Harbor. Except in real life, they avoided bombing the hospital, only one staff member was killed and the only damage was a bomb that landed in the courtyard that was most likely a misfire.

In Jojo Rabbit if you zoom in on the details of Captain Klenzendorfs uniform you can see he has an iron cross, a second class iron cross, a bronze close combat clapse, a silver tank destroyer badge and a gold wound badge. Implying he’s basically a super soldier with dozens of confirmed kills.

There’s a lot of contenders for greatest charge scene. Gettysburg, Waterloo, altariste. But my all time favorite has to be the storming of fort Wagner by the 54th from Glory. The greatest civil war movie ever made.

Hello, I get bored a lot and love to make top ten lists. So I decided to make a top ten greatest war movies list. Any movie about any conflict, as long as it’s a real one. The conflict has to also be a central focus of the movie, actual battles had nothing to do with Schindlers List or Life Is Beautiful so they don’t make the cut.

10. Gallipoli 1981

11. Apocalypse Now

12. Downfall

13. Zulu

14. War Horse

15. Deathwatch 2002

16. Jojo Rabbit

17. Saving Private Ryan

18. Glory

19. Full Metal Jacket

They are relatively released a year apart from each other. Both of their events involve hundreds of planes, both have a large cast of famous actors, both showcase both sides of the armies in the conflict, and both had amazing productions and cinematography with impressive Aerial footage.

But I'm curious as to which film you guys find better.

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When you look through the biography and archival documents of Vasil Kvachantiradze, you realize that this is not simply dry history, but a ready-made cinematic drama — with its tension, tactical genius, self-sacrifice, and human depth.

And sometimes the most powerful scene is born not on the battlefield, but in a trench.

This excerpt is a true literary gem. It shows us that war is not only the buzzing of bullets and the thunder of artillery. War also sets people against one another — and, at the same time, brings them closer together.

Two great warriors — one from sunny Georgia, the other from distant, frozen Yakutia — understood each other through song.

In those rare moments of war, when the thunder of artillery fell silent and the snipers returned from the front line, an entirely different, almost sacred atmosphere settled in the dugout.

Here, in this narrow and damp space, it was as if the boundaries between geography and nationality disappeared.

Vasili would begin, half-whispering, the old Georgian song “Suliko.”

In his voice flowed the longing for his homeland and the sorrow of sunny Georgia.

Fyodor listened with his eyes closed.

Then, as if following this invisible bridge, he would, in turn, begin to sing — a monotonous, sustained melody, with the rhythms of the Yakut “Olonkho.”

This was no longer simply a song.

It was a conversation between two souls in the language of their ancestors.

One sang in Georgian about love and longing; the other sang in Yakut about the boundless expanses of the North.

In those moments, the war seemed to retreat.

There was no longer a front, an enemy, a trench, or the constant expectation of death.

There remained only two warriors, united not only by a shared destiny, but also by an inexhaustible love for their native lands.

These very songs were their invisible “armor” — that which strengthened their hearts like steel and did not allow them to lose their humanity in this brutal struggle.

Vasil Kvachantiradze and Fyodor Okhlopkov.

Two snipers.

Two different worlds.

Two homelands.

And one war that turned them into friends.

Perhaps it is precisely such moments that remind us that behind history there are always human beings.

And if a film about the life of Vasil Kvachantiradze is ever made, I think one of the most powerful scenes should be this one.

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Many people wonder why history seems to have remained silent about Vasily Kvachantiradze, even though, according to official documents, his records take first place. Some attribute this to his nationality, others to propaganda. ​The truth is much simpler and sadder: my grandfather, Vasily Kvachantiradze, passed away very early. Perhaps few know that during his lifetime he was at the pinnacle of recognition. ​He was a member of the Presidium of the Supreme Soviet of the Republic, which testified to his immense authority. ​He was nominated twice for the title of Hero of the Soviet Union in 1943 and 1944. ​He was awarded the highest honors: the "Gold Star" medal and two Orders of Lenin. (It should be noted that during the war years, the Order of Lenin was an integral part of being awarded the "Gold Star" medal.) ​His name became a legend even at the front, as evidenced by numerous archived newspapers preserved in my collection. ​Few people know that his combat experience formed the basis of a military manual. The HQ of the 43rd Army published the "Sniper’s Memo," based on the tactics of the five best snipers, among whom was Vasily Kvachantiradze. Officially, he was called a "beacon warrior," and the entire front studied his unique methods. ​After his passing, a unique vacuum was formed. It is easy to forget someone who can no longer remind people of himself. Today, I am trying to bring back to life the story that he himself did not have time to finish telling. ​He wrote his page in history long ago with his own courage, his achievements, and a name that will remain forever in memory and history.