Copacetic

Just caught the last few minutes of The Thin Red Line, Terence Malik’s movie about the American Troop experience of invading one Island in the Pacific during WWII. Its amazing how resonant that movie is. I’ve seen it several time by now, but everytime I see a snippet, it drags me in pretty much like my favourite work of non-fiction about war, Dispatches. Its something about the “loud/soft” quality of both works and the essential humanity of both auteur and author, that leaves you feeling vaguely haunted.