War is a too short word. It should be longer. It should be uglier. It should give us a better picture of what it really means. I don't know what porcentage of people in the history of humanity has been in one. But until now, and I live in neutral Sweden, I've never been there. Waltz with Bashir (Ari Folman,Israel, 2008) throw me in the middle of one.
Animation can be a way to make you feel surreal against the real. But here, for me, here , it work the other way around. It's trip. A freaky bad one.
A recurrent nightmare about the war in Lebanon is told by a friend of our protagonist. Then he realices that his memory has been blocked and doesn't remember a think about his participation in the cruel episode. And he was there as well. So, he goes to his old comrades and dig, and dig, until he remembers in an awaking ending the details of the infamous massacre of Sabra and Shatila during september 1,982 in Lebannon.
It's animation but is a documentary. And, while we are watching it, we realice that is not about flags, ideals or sides but about humanity and stoping the things while we can and that the best time for it is always now. Somehow all wars are the same. Death, pain, abuse, fear. And then, it doesn't matter the time or the place. It could be anytime, anywhere. It is anytime, anywhere. And we, the humanity, the cherry on the top of the evolution (or the creation if you prefer) are the judge, the executor, and the offer. Because we are only killing ourselves and no one else but ourselves.
You were right Tito (my bro, not the dictator).
I give you the beginning of the movie. You take care of the rest.