I WANTED to love Sniper, the movie, so badly, that I had juxtaposed the two photos—Birdman and Sniper, before I saw Sniper, and after I saw Birdman. I was fully expecting to write a contrast between a great movie and a poor one, not between a poor one and a poorer one. Alas, not to be -- Birdman, caught in Hollywood’s narcissism of self-indulgent myopic disturbed neurosis, versus an old-fashioned clean conscience untroubled maverick, a Zorro on the battlefield.

I also say that the REAL Chris Kyle deserves our respect. It is there in that article, in B&W.

I think because America is desperate for a war hero film, in which the military is praised, they will take anything, even a badly structured narrative.

I didn't know Chris Kyle. I didn't call him a simpleton. I clearly say Eastwood depicts him as such. All I see is the character played (badly) by Cooper, the way he is written in. Eastwood plays into the hands of the Left.

Now, remember Patton (1970)? A flag as big as the screen, a General that is a hero, a proud American? Let's have real war movies like that again.

My attack is on Eastwood and Hall, all the way through.