For sheer irritation, Coming Home with Dennis Weaver breaking his sword in the surf, John Voight eating Jane Fonda--the better approach would be indicting Hanoi Jane
A fifteen-minute black and white North Vietnamese propaganda film without sound in which the action is 1.2 times true speed. Scores of shirtless gooks hauling on long fat vines pulling howitzers up impossibly steep hills while a phalanx of sweaty machete swingers clears the path to attack Dien Bien Phu.
Fail-Safe reducing the epic clash of good and evil to muddy moral equivalence and the respective leaders of the Free World and the Iron Curtain moping about lost lives of wives. My college roommate was the son of a co-author who inhabited a California think tank, giving me the first glimpse of liberal la-la-land.
All Quiet on the Western Front which seemed to be a loop of a water-cooled German heavy machine gun mowing down dough-boys--oh, that was the war.
Actually I was going to nominate that one as the BEST war film ever made. It didn't glorify war a bit. And it didn't seem like a loop at all. And that end---very moving.