PATTON is by far one of my favorite movies of all time and one of the best Military biopics committed to film. Directed by Franklin J. Shanffner, co-written by Francis Ford Coppola and with a powerhouse performance by George C. Scott, it’s an epic masterpiece, which brilliantly captures both pro and anti-war sentiments. 


Focused on Patton (George C. Scott) during the United States involvement in WWII, we’re first introduced to him addressing his troops dwarfed by an enormous American Flag. He might look diminutive in scale, but the General was such a larger than life personality that he engulfs the screen giving a grand speech that tells you everything you need to know about the man. God-fearing, he is also a foul-mouth warmonger who doesn’t mince words. 


I honestly have nothing more to say about this film, other than it’s a MUST SEE MOVIE. Instead I’m going to let the film talk for itself. 


Here is Patton’s speech in full. Enjoy: 


I want you to remember that no bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor, dumb bastard die for his country. 


Men, all this stuff you've heard about America not wanting to fight, wanting to stay out of the war, is a lot of horse dung. Americans, traditionally, love to fight. All real Americans love the sting of battle. When you were kids, you all admired the champion marble shooters, the fastest runners, big league ball players, the toughest boxers. Americans love a winner and will not tolerate a loser. Americans play to win all the time. I wouldn't give a hoot in hell for a man who lost and laughed. That's why Americans have never lost and will never lose a war, because the very thought of losing is hateful to Americans. 


Now, an army is a team. It lives, eats, sleeps, fights as a team. This individuality stuff is a bunch of crap. The bilious bastards who wrote that stuff about individuality for the Saturday Evening Post don't know anything more about real battle than they do about fornicating. 


Now, we have the finest food and equipment, the best spirit, and the best men in the world. You know, by God I, I actually pity those poor bastards we're going up against, by God, I do. We're not just going to shoot the bastards; we're going to cut out their living guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks. We're going to murder those lousy Hun bastards by the bushel. 


Now, some of you boys, I know, are wondering whether or not you'll chicken out under fire. Don't worry about it. I can assure you that you will all do your duty. 


The Nazis are the enemy. Wade into them. Spill their blood. Shoot them in the belly. When you put your hand into a bunch of goo that a moment before was your best friend's face, you'll know what to do. 


Now there's another thing I want you to remember: I don't want to get any messages saying that we are holding our position. We're not holding anything. Let the Hun do that. We are advancing constantly and we're not interested in holding onto anything except the enemy. We're going to hold onto him by the nose and we're going to kick him in the ass. We're going to kick the hell out of him all the time and we're going to go through him like crap through a goose. 


Now, there's one thing that you men will be able to say when you get back home. And you may thank God for it. Thirty years from now when you’re sitting around your fireside with your grandson on your knee, and he asks you: "What did you do in the great World War II?" You won't have to say, "Well, I shoveled shit in Louisiana." 


Alright, now, you sons-of-bitches, you know how I feel. Oh... I will be proud to lead you wonderful guys into battle anytime, anywhere. 


That's all.

PATTON (1970)

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JANUARY 25, 2014