This is one of those movies that makes me feel sort of heartless because as everyone else in the packed theater "ooohs" and "aaaaahs" I’m seething with anger at what a bunch of idiots I’m surrounded by. Kitsch is enough to drive some people into unquestioning adoration of a scene. Kitsch isn’t enough to make me ignore the fact that the underlying message of what is happening around me is entirely twisted.
That makes me at least a little ashamed for my emotions and leaves me with the conclusion that Steven Spielberg is either really twisted or has made the movie The War Horse in order to make fun of Americans. Two months back, I watched it in the theater. It was two days after Christmas, everyone around me probably had their bellies still full of food from the yuletide feasts – in that situation I’m supposed to be even more likely to like mushy movies. But I wasn’t sold on this one.