Battle Cry Movie Review

Battle Cry is a colorful and overpacked CinemaScope-era World War II epic that, at two hours and 29 minutes long, feels about as long as the Battle of the Pacific it depicts. What sets it apart from other WWII flicks is its emphasis on the psychology of soldiering rather than the logistics of battle. It's not about the assault on the beach. It's about how the soldiers have been trained to feel about the assault on the beach. The result: too much talk and not enough flamethrowing for a film that covers the war's bloodiest battles.

We begin with a trainload of Marine recruits who are so stereotypical that the solemn narrator even introduces them by their stereotype labels: the dumb north country lumberjack Andy (Aldo Ray), the All-American boy Dan (Tab Hunter), the hoodlum, the sensitive bookworm, the "Injuns" recruited for Navajo code talking, and so on. They've left behind an assortment of families and girlfriends who will haunt their thoughts and test their faithfulness throughout 10 weeks of basic training in San Diego and the ocean journey to Hawaii and beyond.

Commander Sam Huxley (Van Heflin), known as High Pockets by his men, is a tough taskmaster committed to making his squad the best and to volunteering for all the toughest assignments, which he never gets. He's outraged that his men are sent in "with brooms and dustpans" to do mop up work after earlier waves of Marines do the real fighting. They see Guadalcanal, but only the tail end of it. On a break in New Zealand he forces the squad to undertake a 60-kilometer hike in record time just to prove they're tougher than the other Marines who are resting nearby. The men hate High Pockets but respect him, and they finish the hike only because they want to see if they can make him drop. He doesn't.

Subplots abound, most notably with the love lives of the innocent (and engaged) Dan, who is tempted by, well, a temptress, and Andy, the dumb lumberjack, who falls hard for a New Zealand beauty, impregnates her, marries her, and then flirts with the idea of desertion. And why not? Would you have rather spent World War II on Iwo Jima or on an idyllic Antipodean mountaintop sheep farm?

When the squad finally gets a plum assignment to join the first assault wave on Saipan, we see some exciting battle action for the first time. Of course, after more recent films depicting war's true horror, this is tame stuff. It's the kind of war choreography where a bomb explodes and ten soldiers keel over as if they'd died from an attack of the vapors. It probably had a lot more impact back in the day on a big CinemaScope screen. Happily, the soldiers do finally get to use some cool flamethrowers.

The Americans win, of course, and the movie wraps up, slowly, with lots of tearful reunions and homecomings. All and all, a long and somewhat exhausting slog for both them and us.