Blood, Guts and Glory
General George S. Patton (George C. Scott) is "a 16th-century man," a German military analyst tells his higher-ups in Patton, "a romantic warrior lost in contemporary times."
Patton is a man who sees war as personal duels between opposing generals. He even wishes that the outcome of his war -- World War II -- could be determined by a one-on-one with that "genius son of a bitch," German Field Marshal Erwin Rommel (Karl Michael Vogler), whose North African campaigns are kicking American and British butts. (After Patton routs Rommel's 10th Panzer tanks, thanks to his studies of Rommel's published strategies, he utters one of the greatest lines in movie history: "Rommel, you magnificent bastard, I read your book.") But his own allies are fair game, too -- Patton depicts his legendary conflicts with "GI General" Omar Bradley (Karl Malden) and British general Montgomery (Michael Bates).
This biopic of the American general is a straightforward film without subtext or irony, just as its subject is. Not that he isn't a mass of eccentricities. Patton keeps a Bible nearby and prays on his knees, but he also believes in reincarnation -- he tells his fellow officers straightfaced that he was with Napoleon in Russia. He writes poetry and can "smell a battlefield." He likes to court danger: He promotes himself to three-star general before it's officially approved by the U.S. Senate; he stands in front of a strafing German plane, shooting at it with only a pistol. He wants his troops to fear him and has zero tolerance for what he sees as cowardice.
But like many men who do great things using personality traits that would be drawbacks in lesser men, Patton's idiosyncrasies eventually turn around and bite him. He's tolerated only as long as he gets results -- and good publicity. Patton is a spectacular and unvarnished look at a man who thrives in war while also sowing the seeds of his own downfall.
Best Picture 1970
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