Passchendaele
After seeing Passchendaele with Maria, I promised myself that I’d write a review of the movie if, for nothing else, to ensure that no one else makes the same mistake that we did. Seriously.

Passchendaele is a love story that seems to climax around the Battle of Passchendaele during the First World War. The main storyline, set to the backdrop of the war, is a love relationship between a soldier, a nurse he meets while in the hospital, and the nurse’s brother. As far as I can tell, it’s all got something to do with the fact that said nurse’s father left Canada to fight for the Germans and people don’t seem to like that.
To make a long review short there’s one key phrase that I want to zero in on from my last paragraph: as far as I can tell. The thing about Passchendaele is that, if you can tell what the heck is going on half the time, you may already be a winner. Perhaps it’s some kind of game or something and if you can actually follow the disjointed, fragmented, outstandingly confusing plot line then you win some kind of prize. I do not know. But if you expect to revolve a plot around the fact that I should be feeling empathy for a character I haven’t even been introduced to then you’re playing at the wrong game, pal.
As if a disjointed plot and poor no character development weren’t enough to turn me off a movie there are also some slight scripting problems. This would be true if by “scripting problems” I meant, “Apparently that theory about monkeys and typewriters is true only it isn’t Shakespeare that they’d produce.” Perhaps I’m being too hard on the monkeys though. If I were being paid in bananas I’m sure I’d produce similar quality work too.
The final feather in this film’s cap is the casting, which was apparently performed entirely via a series of random dice rolls and names being plucked from hats. The names in the hat were chosen randomly from a phonebook. A phonebook of actors who cannot act and have no business being in movies. And beware, the result of mixing poor scripting plus terrible character development plus awful casting is quite spectacular.
I suppose if it’s any consolation I’m truly disappointed because I did have high hopes for this film. Maria and I rented Passchendaele and truly looked forward to seeing it. As a rule, I buy into anything Canadian and I’m always willing to give something produced domestically a really good shot. Even with lowered expectations—knowing a made-in-Canada film wouldn’t have a made-in-Hollywood budget—Passchendaele falls miserably short. From it’s very first scene, stolen verbatim from the Band of Brothers catalogue, the movie is a masterpiece of awful film-making and if it’s any gauge of how truly bad this movie is, other than The Wedding Date, it’s the only film that Maria and I actually turned off without finishing.


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