It's odd because i've never really liked war films/television because to be honest it all goes over my head and makes my brain hurt trying to follow what the hells going on. I think the only one i remember watching of my accord was Saving Private Ryan and the rest were snippets of things my dad watches. I only went out and bought The Pacific because it has Joe Mazzello in it (i'm a Social Network addict right now, i'm devouring anything that has any member of that cast in it, to the point i'm seriously eying up my brothers jurassic park tape...but i digress). So i went and bought it, had next to no hope i was going to like it beyond fangirling at Joe but was surprised by how much i loved it!
There are no words. It was so terribly painful too watch and so amazingly wonderful at the same time. I mean i know wars are not glamourous, but this show really kicked me in the teeth with how horrific it was. I think i spent the entire series in a mild state of horror because how can real people have gone through that? It doesn't seem possible to me.
The cast were amazing. Like every single one of them had me aching for them at one point or another. I loved Leckie right from the first episode. I think Snafu is the most badass guy ever and so beautifully damaged (just how i like my characters..that sounds mean since he was a real person :S) Sledge! omg, Sledge *cries*. I went into this knowing i would probably be more interested in whoever Joe played simply because it was him but i think i'd of loved Sledge's story no matter what. My poor baby :( He killed me the most, how he went from this sweet boy to a toughened solider to completely breaking down. I think Joe did a terrific job at portraying him (as did every actor/actress with their role). His scenes in the last episode, especially the hunting one, i legitimately cried.
I've watched this series twice now and fully intend to rewatch it again very soon. It was so in your face but in the best way. It didn't pull any punches, didn't try and hide things from you. It showed just how awlful that war was. You come away with a great sense of hurt and fear for these people. knowing they have to live with it and that some never made it out. I think all war is a terrible loss of human life but this show, it made me tear up how true that really is.
GAH! Just, yeah lol
Also, there is so not enough fanfic for it! Like seriously, i could find barely anything at all and i'm actually craving it so much! What i have read is amazingly brilliant but i really want more lol. I tried my hardest not to develop a ship for this show. I don't know why but it felt.. disrespectful? because these were real people who went through the war, but really there is no way to watch it without being blindsided by Sledge/Snafu floor show. I cracked, i ship them like woah. They spend the entire series with this long looks and smoldeirng over cigarettes, constantly pulling eachother out of fire and such. I'm going to special hell i'm sure of it. (somehow i regret nothing :P)
I thought i'd share that with my non existant f-list :P Has anyone else seen this? I need someone to flail to! :D
I may have to write something myself for this as well. I say may, i already started.. sorta.
In a moment of oddery, i was stuck on trying to find a plot, my dad was sitting in the living room with me and saw me staring at a blank page, ever the helpful (read:sarcastic) one, he told me to write 'once upon a time...' to which i scoffed and then got told 'well once upon twice a time.' This shouldn't be a plot bunny people! this shouldn't have had ideas pinging around my head! It's a nonsense phrase. Sadly i instantly jotted down two pages with that as the starting line. I didn't tell my dad, his ego couldn'y stand it. I imagine a Pacific slash story was the last place he thought that sentence would go....
I also started a video for Sledge/Snafu. I have dubious hope of it's completion.
It's prompted me to go and buy the books to go with series as well. I got With The Old Breed by Eugene Sledge which was the main inspiration for the series and i've read maybe a quarter and am in love with it. It's written in a completely honest, no fanfare way that somehow manages to seem a deep encompassing well of emotion. I also got Helmet For My Pillow by Robert Leckie and that looks promising. The companion novel is dauting. It's so huge! I'm gonna leave that till last because i imagine it's going to confuse me with war jargon all over the place lol.
I'm rambling for the sake of rambling now because i'm bored. And lonely. I need to make friends on here somehow. :(