<pre><pre>BRIAN VINER reviews the colored documentary WW1 by Peter Jackon, They will not grow old

They will not grow old (15), review by Brian Viner

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There have been many heartbreaking dramas about the Great War, but the extraordinary documentary by Peter Jackson, which had its world premiere last night as part of the London Film Festival, is the closest we can get to seeing it as it was lived, as it was supported .

I watched him with my son, a young adult who had not known any existential horror greater than double mathematics on a Monday morning, and I confess having shed a tear at the thought of what might have been a century ago a century ago.

There is a particular moment that is deeply moving and completely electrifying. It is the point at which the black and white grainy images of the soldiers preparing for war are colored, and we begin to hear-or think we hear-talk to them.

If you are lucky enough to see the movie in 3D, it is also the point at which it is activated. It's a moment of panting.

There have been many heartbreaking dramas about the Great War, but Peter Jackson's extraordinary documentary, which had its world premiere last night as part of the London Film Festival, is as close as we can see now as it was lived, as it was

There have been many heartbreaking dramas about the Great War, but Peter Jackson's extraordinary documentary, which had its world premiere last night as part of the London Film Festival, is as close as we can see now as it was lived, as it was

There have been many heartbreaking dramas about the Great War, but the extraordinary documentary by Peter Jackson, which had its world premiere last night as part of the London Film Festival, is the closest we can get to seeing it as it was lived, as it was supported

I watched him with my son, a young adult who had not known any existential horror greater than double mathematics on a Monday morning, and I confess having shed a tear at the thought of what might have been a century ago a century ago.

I watched him with my son, a young adult who had not known any existential horror greater than double mathematics on a Monday morning, and I confess having shed a tear at the thought of what might have been a century ago a century ago.

I watched him with my son, a young adult who had not known any existential horror greater than double mathematics on a Monday morning, and I confess having shed a tear at the thought of what might have been a century ago a century ago.

Jackson, a New Zealander whose British father immigrated there because he admired so much what his father had told him about the bravery of kiwi soldiers in the trenches, is best known for directing The Lord of the Rings movies. However, here is a movie that is the opposite of fantasy. There has never been a piece of cinema that best conveys the killing, the discomfort, but also the camaraderie, humor and even the boredom of the Western Front.

For all the computerized bells and whistles that Jackson deploys, along with the careful coloring of the original film, so that these dead men come back to life, They Shall Not Grow Old, his title adapted from the poem by Laurence Binyon For the fallen, is a wonder of simplicity.

There is no narrator, neither Kenneth Branagh solemn voice nor the deep Ian McKellen. Instead, in collaboration with the Imperial War Museum, Jackson uses the film and sound archive to achieve the greatest effect imaginable, combining incredible moving images with more than 150 personal testimonies recorded decades after the butchery, played one after the other. another for 100 fascinating minutes.

Jackson, a New Zealander whose British father immigrated there because he admired so much what his father had told him about the bravery of kiwi soldiers in the trenches, is best known for directing The Lord of the Rings movies

Jackson, a New Zealander whose British father immigrated there because he admired so much what his father had told him about the bravery of kiwi soldiers in the trenches, is best known for directing The Lord of the Rings movies

Jackson, a New Zealander whose British father immigrated there because he admired so much what his father had told him about the bravery of kiwi soldiers in the trenches, is best known for directing The Lord of the Rings movies

However, here is a movie that is the opposite of fantasy. There has never been a piece of cinema that best conveys the killing, the discomfort, but also the camaraderie, humor and even the boredom of the Western Front.

Actually, for most of these old soldiers, carnage is not what they choose to remember. They prefer to remember laughter, lice, even latrines.

This is not really a movie about Somme or Passchendaele. It's about how the troops would urinate on their boots to make the leather more flexible; how Friday was the day for vile cigarettes issued by the Army; how the plum duff was a rare treat; how, for them to advance quickly and cheerfully, the officers allow them to kick a soccer ball.

Kept fascinated by all this, we notice the little things too. It is a trite observation, but absolutely everyone who sees this film, and absolutely everyone should, will notice the rather terrible standards of dentistry of the early twentieth century. No drama has come close to doing that part well.

Occasionally, Jackson does a little cheating, joining voices to the soldiers that we know can not be theirs, because the fans had not yet invented. But he does it very well; In fact, this is a manifesto work of love, a film dedicated to his soldier grandfather.

Despite all the computerized bells and whistles that Jackson deploys, along with the meticulous coloring of the original film, to make these dead men come back to life, They Shall Not Grow Old Did their title adapted from Laurence Binyon's poem? the fallen? it is a wonder of simplicity

Despite all the computerized bells and whistles that Jackson deploys, along with the meticulous coloring of the original film, to make these dead men come back to life, They Shall Not Grow Old Did their title adapted from Laurence Binyon's poem? the fallen? it is a wonder of simplicity

For all the computerized bells and whistles that Jackson deploys, along with the careful coloring of the original film, so that these dead men come back to life, They Shall Not Grow Old, his title adapted from the poem by Laurence Binyon For the fallen, is a wonder of simplicity

The film is chronological, beginning with the campaign of desperate recruitment in 1914 and early 1915, and ending with the Armistice, which was almost disinterestedly received by soldiers tired of their war boots. From those first months of the conflict, a man remembers how he tried to register when he was only 15 years old and ironically said "go out and celebrate a birthday".

Another admits that "we really were a motley crowd", and it was. But what sacrifices they made, that motley crowd, and what absence of self-pity they show when they remember them.

An absence of hate also, curiously. We see photos of the English who fraternize with the German work programs. They recognized that here were men like them, sent to their deaths by generals and politicians.

"It was a Serbian affair, was not it, when that guy was shot?" A man said at the beginning of the film, trying to explain how it all began. It sounds as absurd now as it did then.

They Shall Not Grow Old is in national release now.

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