The problem is that the film is to Irwin Shaw’s 700-page novel. It feels episodic, jumping from set piece to set piece. The coincidences required to bring these three men together in the same war (and ultimately the same forest) strain credibility. Moreover, the American scenes—especially the barracks-room anti-Semitism—feel like a lecture, while the German scenes have a more complex, shaded dread.
The film’s true ambition is philosophical. It asks: What makes a man fight? For Noah, it’s to prove his right to exist. For Michael, it’s about abandoning selfishness. For Christian, it’s about realizing he’s fighting for a lie. The Young Lions
The Young Lions is a flawed but important film. It is too long, too preachy in spots, and structurally lumpy. But when it works—watching Brando’s Christian realize he has become the very evil he once dismissed, or watching Dean Martin’s Michael finally understand the cost of his own detachment—it achieves a mournful power. The problem is that the film is to
Director Edward Dmytryk (a former member of the Hollywood Ten) handles the battle sequences with competent, if unspectacular, realism. The North African desert skirmishes and the final, fog-shrouded confrontation in a bombed-out German village are gritty but not revolutionary. For Noah, it’s to prove his right to exist