Just sat through "War Horse"- quite a bit pony, unfortunately, and full of the kind of sugary sentimental horse shit Spielberg does so well. Much of it looks like a Hovis ad or a BBC1 Sunday night drama and the dialogue, save for one brief moment, is hokey... at best. Six degrees of separation from a horse throughout WW1 is basically what it's about. It's three episodes of war antics, surrounded by a horse, who gets sent to fight or have a soldier sit on his saddle; the horse gets captured by the Germans; falls in with a grandfather and his toothsome grandaughter; and then ends up towards the end of the war with the blinded young private who brought him up in the first place.
Nice scene between an English soldier and a Jerry- good dialogue and some pathos as the nag of the film's title has barbed wire carefully snipped away from his battered bod. There's a strident score by John Williams throughout and is about as manipulative as possible to tug on the heart strings. You could replace the horse with a teddy bear- it makes no difference- but we all love an animal that's managed to survive a war and looks great and displays human characteristics! Oh, and there's Benedict cucumber slice with his plummy accent rallying the troops with "Be Bwav", as they go off to certain death. 2/10 for 2.5 hours of emotional Tate and Lyle.
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