Peter Coyote leads a bunch of half-assed National Guardsmen on training maneuvers in the
You know since this movie features a group of American soldiers fighting an enemy on their own turf and getting their asses kicked, you could say it’s a
Southern Comfort was directed by Walter Hill and it’s another damned fine entry in his oeuvre. Hill had previously explored the whole Group-of-Heroes-Getting-Lost-and-Fightin
Another reason this film kicks ass is that it has two of my favorite character actors, Powers Boothe and Fred Ward acting macho as Hell. Just seeing those two go toe to toe with one another was worth the price of admission. I also dug Keith Carradine’s understated work, even though I have to wonder how he kept his hair looking so perfect in the middle of the bayou.
Although Southern Comfort is a sure fire crowd-pleaser, it isn’t quite perfect. Hill gives us perhaps one too many lulls in the action which prevents the movie from being truly electrifying. Had the film been paced a bit tighter, it could’ve been a real classic. Whatever lapses there are, there is no denying that when the movie cooks, it really sizzles.