In four minutes, the pair throw stink bombs into not only the boomer nostalgia that marks Vietnam as more than just another catastrophe in our idiot nation’s storied history of them, but also the micro and macro of the pathos-sodden tradition of the diary film and the ever expanding importance of the visual to America’s ongoing imperial follies.
It provided sick laughs in a program not overloaded with humor, a series of iris effects on archival footage of US troops in Vietnam, to which has been added a cast of anthropomorphic CGI fruit capering on the fringes of the image.
To my eyes, Division Movement to Vungtau doesn’t seem to have anything specific to say regarding American or French intervention in Indochina, and I feel a bit like a fool for even looking for such content. It’s the combination of Platoon and Bananas in Pajamas we never knew we wanted, and I feel like I’m being trolled.
75 of 3 reviews