WWII was the only “good war” of the twentieth-century. On the American side, these films sustain the myth of the “greatest generation” of Americans, who weathered the Great Depression, won WWII (singlehandedly), and built a mighty post-war economy. That this same greatest generation also defended racial segregation in the bloodiest of fashions, staged coups around the globe, and violated civil liberties at home (from McCarthy to Hoover) goes without comment.
The most apt films in the WWII genre are the ironic ones, like The Mouse That Roared or Kelly’s Heroes.
Numerology went out of fashion around 1588 CE.
Catcher in the Rye is the greatest post-war American novel.
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