I still firmly hold the opinion that the best war films never show the battlefield. The Fordian brilliance is all here in The Long Gray Line. Incredible compositions and a testament to the power of cinema as memory.
It's a bit like Hedwig and the Angry Inch, coming to terms with who you are vs who you're meant to be, except about mermaids. Mermaids that eat people and don't wear clamshell bras and did I mention the eating people? The fishiest thing about The Lure is the story. It's just flailing on the bathroom floor waiting to be put out of its misery. Everything else is brilliant.