Robert Quiroz’s review published on Letterboxd:
It seems with war movies, there’s this impulse to lean as hard as possible into the visceral experience, but take it too far and it just starts to play like white noise to me. So I started tuning right the hell out of this after a while and ended up falling asleep about an hour in and picking it back up later. Thankfully the second half takes a more character-driven turn, but it’s not enough to fully recover. All war films are anti-war, and I’ll always have a certain level of respect for one that embodies that mentality as aggressively as this does – but in the absence anything more concrete to really grab hold of, I’m not left with much more than an excruciatingly long argument for a sentiment I already agree with.