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Set during the height of the First World War, 1917, directed by Sam Mendes, follows two British soldiers named Blake (Dean-Charles Chapman) and Schofield (George MacKay), as they go on a dangerous mission by crossing over German territory to deliver an important message to another battalion of 1600 men, that they’re unknowingly walking into a death trap. One of the men in that battalion just so happens to be Blake’s older brother (Richard Madden), which makes this mission much more personal. From a technical standpoint, 1917 is a cinematic achievement that captures the horror, and fright of war with its incredible— JAW DROPPING one takes, that are executed with masterful coordination and attention to each detail, that makes all the hidden cuts so seamless. Roger Deakins is at the peak of his career with shooting BLADE RUNNER 2049 (2017) and this, and truly deserves another Oscar for his work here, ALONG with Sam Mendes, whose choice to shoot the film in one takes makes the whole experience so immersive, as if you are another soldier on this mission, constantly watching over in horror. The performances by Chapman and MacKay capture so many emotions, and beside them the film’s sound design, visual effects, unpredictability and Thomas Newman’s score are also brilliant, though at times the film’s reliance on score during intense scenes does get a bit overbearing. The film could’ve also done just a bit more to flesh out their characters, and that’s where the complaints start and end. 1917 is a technical masterpiece that keeps you at edge from start to finish to finish, and at its core, it is filled with a lot of heart. Grade: A

Oh, to see without my eyes The first time that you kissed me Boundless by the time I cried I built your walls around me White noise, what an awful sound Fumbling by Rogue River Feel my feet above the ground Hand of God, deliver me Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me The first time that you touched me Oh, will wonders ever cease? Blessed be the mystery of love Lord, I no longer believe Drowned in living waters Cursed by the love that I received From my brother's daughter Like Hephaestion, who died Alexander's lover Now my riverbed has dried Shall I find no other? Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me I'm running like a plover Now I'm prone to misery The birthmark on your shoulder reminds me How much sorrow can I take? Blackbird on my shoulder And what difference does it make When this love is over? Shall I sleep within your bed River of unhappiness Hold your hands upon my head Till I breathe my last breath Oh, oh woe-oh-woah is me The last time that you touched me Oh, will wonders ever cease? Blessed be the mystery of love

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