The Enemy. Two years ago in Manhattan, Playwright Charming Pollock offered theatre-goers a play whose purpose was to prove the too-often demonstrated assertion that War is Hell. Transposed now to the more extensive medium of the cinema, The Enemy monotonously but accurately hammers the nail of that assertion into the stout oak of the public intelligence.
The story is that of a young Austrian who is roused from his wedding breakfast by the call to arms. His bride waits for him, trying to find money with which to buy food for herself...
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