Proof That It’s Pre-Code:
- Poop jokes. Yeah, you won’t see that in Mrs. Miniver!
- There are still title cards that crop up every so often. For the record, this flick from 1930 is only three years after The Jazz Singer‘s box office numbers began the talkie revolution.
- More women bouncing all about in lingerie.
- Premarital sex aplenty, including a pretty nice euphemism about it from one woman to another: “You can have the orange blossoms, I’ll take the dandelions.”
- Women fretting about sexual harassment.
- War is bloody, grim, desperate, and unending. A lot of people, innocent or not, die violently.
World War I is the forgotten war. Painstakingly waged between the greatest armies mankind had created with the epitome of violent destructive technology, we are most certainly still living in the repercussions of a war that happened long before a majority of the world’s population existed. It’s a shunned war, one that gets a half second clip on American history specials far more interested in the more inherently patriotic and necessarily more simplistic second war. You know, the one with the Nazis.
Made only 12 years after World War I, War Nurse still aches with the pains of what was still then known as The Great War. A generation of American men and women had gone “over there” in the country’s first full blown military conflict in five decades and come back shell shocked and traumatized. This is what our movie is about: it’s a World War I movie where the enemy isn’t the Germans, it’s the war itself. Continue reading “War Nurse (1930) Review”