45/100
Interesting solely as an example of image management. Tony Curtis had made the transition to leading man but wasn't yet a major star (Trapeze finally accomplished that, from what I can gather), and the disjunction between Beachhead's ostensible war-is-hell worldview (the source novel, written by a WWII vet, is titled I've Got Mine) and United Artists' shameless agenda ("That Curtis guy makes the jungle steam...in his hottest adventure!") is kind of hilarious. The film doesn't flinch from horror: one Marine gets pulled headfirst into a Japanese tank after dropping a grenade inside; Curtis and his C.O., Frank Lovejoy, mutilate the faces of dead enemies (in an effort to pass them as their own corpses, so that living enemies won't…