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Smeth... I'm not saying I know anything about the film beyond the 2 hours of my life I want back for watching it. I just recently saw it and wrote this little blurb. Do I look like an idiot for making assumptions? Maybe... or maybe not in this case. I have zero desire to research a piece of Hollywood fiction... It'd be like trying to dissect the firearm errors in The Matrix: fun but pointless. As a guy who used to do a job similar to that portrayed in the film, I found it to be a horribly inaccurate account. The reality of the job is just as if not more exciting and would appeal even to the most truth-retarded media consumer. And I think their 28-year EOD advisor needs to get his head out of his 6 instead of catering to the napalm-'n-gunfights crowd or that the director needs to listen to their advisor more instead of just having one to say they had one (based on the goofy resultant end product).
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Basically: I know the job, this ain't it. The movie is fiction and it pisses me off. People should realize that this is miles from the truth. Growl-growl.
Now... everybody shut the fuck up. I'm going to go home to my estranged wife and drink a handle of Jack Daniels out of my Camelbak.
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