I believe my fascination with World War I has come to an end. I watched the new adaptation of Erich Maria Remarque’s “All Quiet On The Western Front” on Netflix and realized, during a hand-to-hand combat scene when un soldat français takes a shovel to the face, that I can no longer stomach visions of the “war to end all wars.” I no longer wish to contemplate the muddy, bloody patch of western history between 1914 and 1918, an international killing spree that left 13 million dead “in tow’ring waves, in walls of flesh,” as Jacques Brel put it. I had to ask myself: Why are you watching this? Why did someone remake this movie, and remake it on such a grand and ghoulish scale?
This is an excerpt from my Sun column on the attack on Nancy Pelosi’s husband. Shocking? Hardly. Violence is everywhere, in real life and in movies, making it seem constant and inevitable. All of us need to part ways with it.