Another overlooked, under rated movie. The ghost of Vietnam hovers in every scene. A group of poorly trained, misfit soldiers are lost in a jungle. They antagonize an enemy they can't see and know nothing about. They swagger and employ bravado. The invisible enemy strikes from ambush, swift and silent. The soldiers have no leadership. Their guns fire only blanks. They flee. The enemy come after them, on his turf, on his terms. One by one the soldiers fall prey to lack of adequate training. Lack of adequate equipment. Lack of fighting skills. Lack of self confidence. And a total lack of support. Bryon James, the one prisoner they have escapes. He comes back and exacts revenge on the soldier that has tormented him. Then he sums up the entire Vietnam story in one pronouncement shouted from a railroad trestle. "Dis our home down here. Don't nobody fock wit us!"
Review of Southern Comfort
