Saving Private Ryan

I did NOT expect this movie to awaken my weakness for beautiful snipers and loud New Yorkers, but here we are. I was supposed to be thinking about history… This is a thirst trap disguised as a war movie. War is hell, but apparently hell is full of sexy men with rifles. I need Reiben yelling on my left and Jackson staring into my soul on my right like some kind of WWII love triangle I did NOT sign up for. My heart has officially surrendered to the Allied forces, but do not worry, little amrikan medic, let me put you in my pocket and everything will be fine.