Nice camera work and good costumes.
The 'hero' was a thoroughly unlikable dullard who craved fame with every fibre of his ego but totally lacked the talent or effort required to achieve it. Of course he ended up being a small foot-note in history solely because he was born into the right circle of society, wot, snigger, snigger.
Jolly good show that he should be able to throw a tantrum and spend the vast majority of the war in a 'special' hospital for 'special' people all the while effecting the overwrought indignation that the war should continue when he said is shouldn't. How mean the world was to him! Bad, mean world!
Later, how smug he was when he shocked his friends and married a woman! What a sacrifice! What a revelation! Too bad for her, though. Still, she was only a woman so it didn't matter, did it, because the world needed to be all about him and what he wanted.
At the end though, he made it all better because, (probably fearing death and that no-one would notice he was gone), he made himself immortal by finding god! Hooray! Now he will live forever!
The movie was tedious, the poetry ceaselessly dull and none of us really needed the constant barrage of black and white WW1 scenes just in case we missed the point of the great (?) man's constant tanties. War is bad, everyone, war is bad!
Thank goodness for a fast forward button.