"Lebanon": Intellectual masturbation (with gun oil).

Is...is that garlic?

I remember the days when the dynamic movie-going duo—that is, my dad and I—were once a dynamic trio. I refer, of course, to the days when my grandpa used to be with us.

At the center of this inter-generational exchange were war movies. It’s an expansive genre that each of us had been exposed to at least some point in our lives. Each of us could relate to it in one way or another. The ultimate male-bonding experience, right? That said, 1998 was a big year for us.