Cold War propaganda that is weirdly apolitical. Sunny, breezy homoeroticism that is surely unintentional. What a hoot this is! Mostly not in a good way, but its impact on pop culture cannot be denied.
Tragic hipster indulges in the tribal Amazonian divine. Credulous, sophomoric garbage full of the slick salesmanship of a vaguely spiritual sneaker commercial.
A war movie in the grandest tradition, set in a rich new fictional universe that we’re going to be talking about for a long time.
Anyone who doubts that silent films can be just as engrossing as those newfangled talkies needs to see Wings, an early buddies-go-to-war story that still echoes in today’s movies.