Although I’ve written a novel set on the home front during WWII (The Victory Club, June 2005), I’m not a huge war-movie buff. I suffer too much while watching them. So why on earth would I rent a 10 hour WWII mini-series? Blame it on my Netflix friend Angie.
Band of Brothers (HBO 2001) is raw, honest, well-acted, and painfully real. The story begins just before D-Day as Easy Company prepares to parachute behind enemy lines, and it ends on V-J Day with the men (still in Europe) knowing they’ll soon be headed home to the States.
During the ten hours of film, I came to care about these men. I hurt when one of them was injured or lost. I felt like I was freezing with them in those fox holes during the winter siege (sorry, don’t remember the name of the forest but it was horrific). I cried when the company found the death camp about a month before the war ended in Europe.
Worth watching but definitely not easy to view, I would give this movie a 9 out of 10.