In this week's podcast we review Sam Mendes' WW1 film 1917 (Prime). Mr Mendes has smashed it out of the park - this is our favourite film to date. Listen to the pod for some insights that the critics might have missed. And also for this poem, read so eloquently by Harry:
The pain has stopped,
For I am dead.
But in a hundred years from now,
I'll still be twenty one.
My brief, sweet life is over,
My eyes no longer see.
No summer walks,
No Christmas trees,
No pretty girls for me.
I've got the chop, I've had it.
My nightly ops are done.
Yet in another hundred years
I'll still be twenty one.
We shall remember them.
In this week's podcast we review Sam Mendes' WW1 film 1917 (Prime). Mr Mendes has smashed it out of the park - this is our favourite film to date. Listen to the pod for some insights that the critics might have missed. And also for this poem, read so eloquently by Harry:
The pain has stopped,
For I am dead.
But in a hundred years from now,
I'll still be twenty one.
My brief, sweet life is over,
My eyes no longer see.
No summer walks,
No Christmas trees,
No pretty girls for me.
I've got the chop, I've had it.
My nightly ops are done.
Yet in another hundred years
I'll still be twenty one.
We shall remember them.