April 2013
We call it art when Oliver Stone and Katherine Bigelow fictionalize warfare and violence on screen, so why do we slap their wrists when Brunswick teen filmmakers do the same thing?
By Jeanee Dudley
WE ARE SPEEDING through the woods in a white van. A baby-faced freedom fighter, WHITE SUNGLASSES, is at the wheel. He yells to his comrades, “Weapons hot–eliminate all hostilities!”
The bay doors slide open. TWO SOLDIERS swing out with automatic weapons as the camera VIBRATES.
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