There are some movies you like and feel as if you shouldn't. The Dirty Dozen is like this. I think it's a very good movie. But at the same time, I kind of wish I didn't.
It's not so much what it appeals to (the testosterone filled teenage boy who lingers within us) but the way the film finally resolves. Although, in terms of the movie, it appears to end the way it had to.
But it does come across as a giddily adolescent and mean-spirited end. At least, that’s how it strikes me now. I can’t say I felt that way when I saw it years ago at roughly age fourteen. As I age, am I becoming a revisionist?
Perhaps. Anyway, here's my review of it.
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