Pork Chop Hill (Melville; United Artists). Silent over the battlefield hang the stars of a clear spring night. Suddenly a loudspeaker, shockingly close, blares among the forward positions: "WELCOME TO THE MEAT GRINDER!" The U.S. infantrymen, slogging up the lower slopes of Pork Chop Hill in central Korea, skip a heartbeat and a stride, and then move grimly forward^into the meat grinder. And the audience moves with them into this heart-racking film translation of S.L.A. Marshall's classic report on Pork Chop Hill (TIME, Nov. 19, 1956)that inopportune Thermopylae where the American fighting man wrote in blood, at a moment when the...
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