Master & Commander
I just saw Master & Commander: The Far Side of the Ocean. What a superbly wonderful film! Masterfully done in every respect (that I can tell—no doubt an expert on the period has a myriad nits to pick). An utterly gripping tale of masculine courage in the face of danger.
What I like best is that there was no Hollywoodisation (well, save for making Acheron a French ship; she’s actually American): no disrespectful kids; no modernisms (again, that I could tell); no made-up romances (the only woman in the film has perhaps a half-dozen seconds and is yards away from the captain): no stupidity, just sheer adventure.
If there’s any justice in the world, this film will give many cause to re-evaluate their views on the military, on courage and on duty. Doubtful, of course.
