Reading the first few pages of this play, it reminded so much of the movie Boondock Saints. Sure in the movie we have two religious twin brothers, Connor & Murphy, who were Irish as could be, but just reading the dialect & such brings back such awesome flashbacks. The vulgarities of war are both similar & even this one specific section makes me think they are close in comparison; "Fraz: Is it like the film?
Cammy: What?
Fraz: The book? Is it like the film? Ay Lawrence ay Arabia?
Cammy: Is it fuck.
Fraz: I bet it's nowhere near as good as the fucking film.
Cammy: No.
Fraz: Never is, is it?
Cammy: Never"
Reading that section is almost mirrored to the scene when they go in on the hit for the russian mob boss. After they make the nine man kill, Connor & Murphy joke about how it's not like the movies. How in the cinema, usually the fight scenes last for twenty minutes & people are jumping over couches & such. [http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s5W46NPGkhE].
It's ironic how in almost every novel/play read thus far, they, the soldiers, take death & dying to such a lax degree & almost make a joke of it to make it easier on themselves & others.
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