For those who wish Sergeant York had more disembowelment.
As a Christian, a pacifist (I prefer the term "peace-making"), and a film critic, this should have been in my wheelhouse; I only watched it because it's the film people most often bring up when they hear of my Christian/peaceful/critic identity. Gibson seems more interested in exploring (even enjoying) the viscera and destruction of human bodies than he does philosophical, theological, or psychological questions centered on actual human beings. Right from the opening shot, he wants us to know his priorities: this will be a ballet of bullets and blood, and Doss is merely our vehicle for getting to see it. Fascinating real-life story, but not a film I'd ever want to revisit. I would have rather seen a documentary on Doss akin to the interviews in the coda.