The Last Full Measure

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So Netflix gave me a month free of in the mail discs and I figured why not,
hopefully I'll remember to cancel it in time. I started with Sebastian
Stan's The Last Full Measure, which . . . was a movie. A movie designed to
make you cry about every twelve minutes.

This movie was not well received, but I think it's very watchable. While I
am usually pleased with his face, I'm not putting Sebastian Stan up for an
Oscar any time soon. I thought he was actually pretty all right in this. He
starts out as kind of a jerk and then through the power of friendship
learns how to care about other people. Samuel L Jackson is also understated
here, and kind of heartbreaking. Of course all the older white dude actors
are just as good as they always are.

The thing I liked is that they actually put time into having conversations
with these Vets who are presented with physical and emotional issues
including PTSD. Jackson's character even gets a line about how
vulnerability is key to honest communication and connection or something
like that. There are tears and hugs, and the music was very pretty.

This
was the nicest review I found. Metacritic gives it a 52 with a 7.2 user
score. Though after the FF7R debacle scores don't matter the points are
made up and pretty people are more important than fun gameplay and a
coherent story. I'm not bitter. I am. I am bitter.

Watch on YouTube

In the shallow end of my pool:

This is the investigative journalism that I want right now. How
Dare Stanley Tucci Look So Hot Making a Negroni: An Investigation

I'm behind on The Late Show, but when I tuned in to watch the show from
4/27 and listen to John Mulaney I was horrified. Something was wrong.
Something was very, very wrong. turns out he'd parted his hair
the opposite way he normally did and I am still not over it.