Day 28 of Month of Spielberg
I want to die.
Things don't get THIS unapologetically syrupy, do they?
The first hour (the single worst hour of film I've ever seen) or so is literally just the horse galloping around a farm with the insufferable Jeremy Irvine (who gives nonsensical speeches to the horse) with the worst John Williams score turned up to 11.
It's like someone squeezed a bottle of honey down my throat.
It does pick up ever so slightly when the war beings (an hour into the film), but due to the atrocious, overly sentimental writing and episodic nature of the film, there's no attachment whatsoever.
The dialogue is overly bad at points that I felt like I was…