Dalton Trumbo’s only directorial effort is at its best a horrifying anti-war film about a quadruple amputee’s living nightmare.
As it went on I could’ve done with less dream sequences. Some of them worked and you could definitely feel Bunuel’s influence, but at a certain point they began to detract from the gripping horror of the real-world situation at hand.
When it does focus on that though it’s a borderline masterpiece. Absolutely haunting.