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Originally Posted by Skybird
Picture propaganda always was part of war. But the alleged ammounts of it (85-90% of the picture material staged) suprised me. Also that sometimes it even took place several years after the events, or the war.
On the visual glorification of war, I recommend to compare actual recrutiing videos and military advertising spots with the movie "Starship Troopers". It is so revealing, an that is why I love the movie. It eqally rips of the masks. But it seems that major parts of the audience did not like the message.  The movie was especially unsuccessful in that country that it aimed at for the most. Even the teacher from "All quiet on the Western front" is there! |
85 - 90 %, if true, which I am not "that" sure about, indeed is staggering. But given the rather primitive methods of fotography back then again not that curious, I suppose.
And indeed, the real life allegories to that movie are pretty much spot on if you know what to look out for. I pretty much love that movie myself for so many reasons, some of them pointed out by you already. It's creepy to think about how much truth that movie portrayed if you look at some political developments in certain regions of the world and the ideology driving it. A prime example is the degration the word "patriotism" had to endure. Unluckily, I fear, the movie was just not "obvious" enough for many folks to really grasp it's underlying messages, which led to all the criticism.
But we disgress. This thread is to remember those young folks that never got the chance to make an impact on the world but to become a nameless corpse on a fotography....if at all.
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Why are they selling poppies, Mummy?
Selling poppies in town today.
The poppies, child, are flowers of love.
For the men who marched away,
But why have they chosen a poppy, Mummy?
Why not a beautiful rose?
Because, my child, men fought and died,
In the fields where the poppies grow.
But why are the poppies so red, Mummy?
Why are the poppies so red?
Red is the colour of blood, my child.
The blood that our soldiers shed.
The heart of the poppy is black, Mummy.
Why does it have to be black?
Black, my child, is the symbol of grief.
For the men who never came back.
But why. Mummy, are you crying so?
Your tears are giving you pain.
My tears are my fears for you, my child,
For the world is forgetting again.