I accidentally made my girlfriend watch Fury with me.
I say accidentally, because we just could not find a good movie on Lovefilm that either 1. she had not yet seen 2. was not the same recycled bullshit. She got a bit pissed off, I got a bit pissed off of her being pissed off, so I mentioned Fury.
Well, if you have not seen it, it follows a crew of an Easy 8 Sherman tank in 1945. And it also is a 2 hour version of the first fifteen minutes of Saving private Ryan. From the burning people climbing out of a cooked-off tank, and shooting themselves, to the American tank crew executing several P.O.W.s. It’s horrendous. The makers did not pull any punches when they decided to show what war really is. None of the patriotic crap about good and evil, about heroism; it’s all a meatgrinder where people are chewed up and spit back as corpses. A pretty girl one second, a cold body the next. (And let’s not talk about what a 50 cal bullet does to someone’s head. If you wanna see, go, and watch the movie.) Apparently, a real vet thinks the movie is pretty spot on, too.
Obviously she did not sleep very well, I did not sleep very well, and in general do I have a serious problem with my interests and hobbies.
You see I’m extremely fascinated by history, and the history of WWII, and tank history particularly. I’ve never had any illusions about the heroic lives of tankmen, however. But seeing something is completely different from reading about it.
I build scale models of these machines of war. I am interested in tactics, in how technology and history developed. I write reviews of scale models. I BLOG about scale models (check it out! Subscribe!). I collect books on the topic. Except it was not as interesting on an intellectual level. Except the real life was horrible. I cannot even imagine how people do not turn pacifist after watching this movie.
So here I am, having a crisis of hobbies.