Midnight Eagle

It's a simple story actually, but lasted slightly more than two hours. So you can imagine the dramatisation amidst the sacrifice of self for the lives of millions. What I can't come to term with is: What is the difference between a self-defence force and the army? Aren't aggressive attack at times the best defence, taking your enemy's lives part of the training and the stratagem of a self-defence force? Of course, you may argue that it only exists with the objective of self-preservation, but no end can truly justify the means. Or at least I think so.

Adapted from a novel, I saw Midnight Eagle as an anti-war movie in the first instance, especially with the opening shocking scene of an innocent boy somewhere in the middle-east, face smeared with dirt, hand holding a biscuit, seemingly unaware of the bombings and the imminent danger of his life, before disappearing under the rubble of war. Then the above-mentioned question popped into my head, gnawing as I sat through the rest of the film, at times, its waves of soapbox-like sentimentality overwhelming.