Robert J. Maxwell
Leon Uris's novel, on which this is based, was pretty good as I recall, and I saw the film shortly after its release. Seeing the film now, much of it raises a smile. I never heard of "pogy bait" before or after I was in the military. And I never expected to see on film a guy -- who apparently was an extra -- giving someone the bent-elbow salute, which, in its diverse forms, meant exactly what it appears to mean.I like the novel. It had some original touches. When the Tab Hunter character takes a sip of the first cocktail he's ever had, he's surprised at how pleasant it tastes. Not at all like the foul breath of the men returning drunk from liberty.The acting is reasonably good, considering Tab Hunter. And the recently deceased Perry Lopez (the police lieutenant in "Chinatown") does a fine turn as a slimy huckster. Aldo Ray fits his part well, with his bulk and gravelly voice, contrasting neatly with Patricia Olsen's delicacy.The chief problem with the movie, at least from my point of view is that it's essentially a woman's picture told from the point of view of a handful of uber-virile men. I don't mean any disrespect. I loathe "Rambo" and the rest.But it's the story of the usual diverse group of young men going through Marine Corps boot camp and radio school. (I was a radioman too, and at least Aldo Ray got the code right when he dreamily taps out "Pat Rogers.") There's the bullock-like farmer, the tricky Mexican, the comic and complaining Texan, the naif, the sensitive novelist, the battle-hardened top sergeant who must "make Marines out of them." And there's Colonel Huxley, Van Heflin, who would never think of asking his men to do anything he wouldn't do himself. All of them are tough and gung ho.The climactic battle scenes on Saipan last about ten minutes. The remaining 139 minutes are mostly taken up with the romances of the men. They fall in love with women of varying types, stumble over obstacles, and sometimes they make it and sometimes they don't. All the romantic sub-plots are different in accidents but not essences. They are relieved only by two sexy scenes for the period: a glimpse of Mona Freeman's chaste white underpants and a hint of Dorothy Malone's gloriously tanned nudity. And Anne Francis is mighty pretty.Not to dismiss all romance from all movies about men at war, but in my judgment we don't need half a dozen such threads. One, or perhaps two, handled with prudence will serve to illustrate the point.As it stands, there's a lot of agony experienced at Camp Pendleton and in the boudoir and very little reason for that agony is shown on the screen. It's nine tenths suffering and one tenth justification for it.
Steffi_P
Sometimes I don't know which is the worse thing to come after a successful movie, the quick cash-in sequel, or the second-rate rip-off by a rival studio. In 1953 Columbia had a huge hit (and Best Picture Oscar winner) with From Here to Eternity, a multi-stranded story about the lives and loves of a group of soldiers in World War Two adapted from a novel by James Jones. In 1955 Warner Brothers produced Battle Cry, a multi-stranded story about the lives and loves of a group of soldiers in World War Two adapted from a novel by Leon Uris. Spot the difference? Oh yes, Battle Cry is in Technicolor, Cinemascope and has a few more explosions. It also happens to be a prime example of bad screen writing.The badness of the Battle Cry script announces itself from the very first line. "My name's Mac. The name's not important". So why did you tell us it then, Mac? Five minutes in and "Mac" is introducing us to as lazily-written a gang of stereotypes ever seen outside of a satire, some of them a bit racist to boot. There's an ignorant and scruffy Hispanic, a Navajo who makes references to scalping and smoke signals, an intellectual who wears glasses (myopia and bookishness presumably having some esoteric medical link), a Texan who strums Home on the Range on an acoustic guitar, etc, etc, etc. Admittedly, a few of these stereotypes get challenged (slightly) later on, but the fact that they are established in the first place leads one to believe Battle Cry is going to be some jolly comedy, and yet it professes to be some deep and insightful drama on military life.Or does it? Battle Cry doesn't really seem to know what it wants to be. At times it has an air of cheerful and nostalgic camaraderie, at other times it studies leadership, and other times still it seems to question the entire institution of the army. It's all very well for a story to tackle its subject from multiple viewpoints, but the trouble with Battle Cry is that none of these is fully explored or even clarified, and the whole thing is just a vague rumination. Similarly, none of the various story arcs interweaves particularly well. In the opening scene we are lead to believe Tab Hunter is the hero, only for him to suddenly dwindle to a bit player half-way through and for Aldo Ray (who, confusingly for viewers less familiar with the cast, looks very similar) to emerge as the main character. Other smaller parts are built up, only to be dropped with loose-ends flapping, and several once-prominent characters are killed off with a single line of dialogue. That "Mac" voice-over functions only to skim over the various undeveloped plot points and make the odd trite comment on the picture's woolly themes.It's a shame the screenplay is so bad, because Battle Cry does have one or two finer things going for it. Director Raoul Walsh, despite clearly being a bit phased by the wider aspect ratio, shows his usual visual flair. At key moments he uses the trick of having someone looking almost-but-not-quite directly into the camera, such as the prostitute at the end of the barroom brawl scene, or (in a very neat moment) Aldo Ray's disappointed face suddenly revealed when Nancy Olsen walks away from him after their first date. You can also spot Walsh's somewhat risqué approach to realism. In the scene where the worn out soldiers are angered at the sight of another regiment in trucks, a couple of them are giving the finger. There are some good, solid performances here too, most notably the naturalistic James Whitmore ("Mac"), and Aldo Ray who gives off real presence in what is one of his best turns. Also check out LQ Jones in the role that gave him his screen name, adding a wild streak of comedy which is good fun even if it is at odds with everything else in the picture, although all things considered that hardly matters.As a whole however it is pretty clear the studio did not lavish a great deal of attention on this production. It looks as if various boxes were ticked to make it marketable (including a rather tepid rehash of the famous From Here to Eternity beach scene) but nothing that would make it really exceptional, and there are some glaring bits of unprofessionalism. For example, anyone who has seen a handful of 50s war movies will be used to being distracted by the odd bit of scratchy stock footage, but Battle Cry even uses black-and-white stock footage, as if someone really thought that would blend seamlessly with the Technicolor. This is the sort of shoddy approach you would expect from a B-flick. And perhaps it actually would have worked a little better if it had been stripped down to some 90-minute quickie, losing a few of those dead-end subplots and getting some kind of well-paced balance between the action and the drama. However, with a runtime of nearly two-and-a-half hours, Battle Cry is pure tedium.
Roger_the_shrubber
Battle Cry was one of my favorite movies ever since I can remember. The more time I have seen, the better I like it. It has an honest feel of a story told by an author that actually lived it. Leon Uris's tale about the love and devotion of the boys of the 6th Marine Regiment of the 2nd Marines in World War II.While some of the stories are a bit over simplified, the truth in the telling comes through very clearly. This is a tale of how both men and boys deal with the strains of training and the burden of combat.I think it would be very wrong to compare this film, as some have, with movies made in more modern times, even those made by Steven Spielberg. Spielberg's films were more realistic to be sure, with better combat footage and more realistic carnage. Many veterans have said how frightening they actually are because they tell the tale of battle so well. This film is not about combat it self, but rather the relationships of men that are forced to endure it.It is simply impossible to compare the two. See this film, and feel for Andy and Danny and L.Q. and Mac and the others as they help each other try to come home again to what really matters.
