In another thread, lissener discusses the famed Gregory Peck war movie “Twelve O’Clock High.” In the movie, a crusty father figure, General Savage, played by Peck, comes down hard on a group of fools, slackers and ne’er-do-wells (in this case, a B-17 bomber squadron in WWII) eventually turning them into a lean, mean fightin’ machine that kicks all kinds of Nazi ass.
This theme is repeated in many war movies. For instance, in “Heartbreak Ridge,” a crusty father figure, Gunnery Sgt. Highway, played by Clint Eastwood, comes down hard on a group of fools, slackers, and ne’er-do-wells (in this case, a Marine recon unit) eventually turning them into a lean, mean fightin’ machine that kicks all kinds of Grenadian ass.
In “The Devil’s Brigade,” a crusty father figure, Col. Frederick, played by Willian Holden, comes down hard on a group of fools, slackers and ne’er-do-wells (in this case, randomly selected American soldiers) eventually turning them into half of a lean, mean fightin’ machine, the other half being Canadian soldiers who for some reason all have British accents, but all of whom kick all kinds of German ass.
Or even consider “Glory.” A guy who’s more little brother than crusty father figure, but who at least has seen combat and can be a mean SOB when he needs to be, Colonel Shaw, played by Ferris Bueller, comes down hard on a group of fools, slackers and ne’er-do-wells (random black recruits) eventually turning them into a lean, mean fightin’ machine that kicks all kinds of Confederate ass.
But when you think about it, the “sporting team” movie is exactly the same, is it not?
In “The Bad News Bears,” a crusty father figure, Coach Buttermaker, played by either Walter Matthau or Billy Bob Thornton, comes down hard on a group of fools, slackers and ne’er-do-wells (Little Leaguers) eventually turning them into a lean, mean baseball machine, who kick all kinds of Little League ass.
In “Miracle,” a crusty father figure, Herb Brooks, played by Kurt Russell sporting the nuttiest Minnesota accent since Marge Gunderson, comes down hard on a group of fools, slackers and ne’er-do-wells (university hockey players) eventually turning them into a lean, mean hockey machine who kick all kinds of Soviet ass.
I won’t even get into “The Mighty Ducks.”
Are sports movies in fact war movies in disguise? What say you about the parallels between sports and militarism? Is this why NASCAR races look like Armed Services recruiting events?