Beautiful, horrifying, ethereal, imbued with the sorrows and fears and resignations to a violent death of the soldiers who stormed the beaches of Normandy on June 6, 1944. A fascinating experiment in the melding and interplay of archival war footage and newly-shot-in-1975 (on period-correct lenses, at that!) footage from John Alcott. Sometimes, it is virtually impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins. Sometimes, to exceptionally haunting effect, it is all too clear when the death and destruction on-screen is the real deal.
I couldn't stop thinking that, surely, Peter Weir had this film in mind when he made Gallipoli.