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12 April 2020

Paths of Glory (1957)

Paths of Glory is gorgeously shot. The photography is actually stunning. And its portrait of WWI and trench warfare is truly excellent. Kubrick does a masterful job of portraying the fight sequences and I found every bit of the film's first act stunning.

But Paths of Glory is a wartime drama. It's not a war film. The poster is more than a little bit of a lie. We spend most of our time with Adolphe Menjou discussing things calmly in a finely appointed French mansion in a very different kind of movie than a war movie. There's a court martial and a set of political machinations, and the whole thing sort of fails to deliver what it promised.

It isn't that the ethical and political questions that the film asks aren't interesting. They are. And Kirk Douglas is – as he always is – really excellent in Paths of Glory. Indeed, I love how this second act of the film is shot and directed too. It's just that these really feel like two distinct pictures, and they didn't hang well together for me.

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