Robert Altman, or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Think Korea Was Actually...Hilarious?

Attention. Attention. Somewhere in the estranged annals of war history lies a lost war. Korea was forgotten war, and a perfect backdrop for Altman's film. The 1950s, wrought with rigid suburbanity under Ike and fear of the bomb, turns a field hospital into somewhat of an escape. Weaved together by a series of radio announcements, Donald Sutherland and Elliot Gould drop lewd, disrespectful lines like:

"Look, mother, I want to go to work in one hour. We are the Pros from Dover and we figure to crack this kid's chest and get out to golf course before it gets dark. So you go find the gas-passer and you have him pre-medicate this patient. Then bring me the latest pictures on him. The ones we saw must be 48 hours old by now. Then call the kitchen and have them rustle us up some lunch. Ham and eggs will be all right, steak would be even better. And then give me at least ONE nurse who knows how to work in close without getting her tits in my way."

Despite their vernacular, the two are damn good surgeons who just are trying to escape their predicament.  Altman's ability to build a character perfectly also helps. From the foggy Col. Blake, to witty Hawkeye, he not only casts, but delivers the lot of humdrum docs to us very well. And the movies humor is ever-present even though it is juxtaposed with somewhat accurate military hospital imagery.   Hawkeye, in one scene is suturing a soldier's chest and hitting on his nurse.

Redefine satire, screw authority, get in a game of golf...TOUCHDOWN!...I forgot this was war.