The Pacific
Posted: Thu Jun 25, 2009 5:43 pm
Have we got a thread for this?
Anywa, Trailer is out www.youtube.com/watch?v=-a72_Sxta1c
I. Cant. Wait.
Anywa, Trailer is out www.youtube.com/watch?v=-a72_Sxta1c
I. Cant. Wait.
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Agreed.Akasri wrote:Yeah, I was disappointed too - there were a couple of bright spots, but it was far, far, inferior to Band of Brothers.
Again, I agree. Basilone's character was the best written and acted, and his story was very compelling.jelerak wrote:The characters never gripped me...except for ya boy who got the Medal of Honor and when his widow met his family (that had some power behind it), the rest of the series just had nothing that got a grip on me.
You would think that by the end of the show the would have been some kind of attachment there, but there was none...at least not for myself, anyway.
The Pacific explores much darker territory - the raw horror that is war, and what it does to those who survive it and those left behind (as with Basilone's family).
What's he that wishes so?
My cousin Westmoreland? No, my fair cousin;
If we are mark'd to die, we are enow
To do our country loss; and if to live,
The fewer men, the greater share of honour.
God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.
By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,
Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;
It yearns me not if men my garments wear;
Such outward things dwell not in my desires.
But if it be a sin to covet honour,
I am the most offending soul alive.
No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.
God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour
As one man more methinks would share from me
For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man's company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.