I wish the United States were worthy of the dreams portrayed here, of the pride, of the glory given it in the chants and the uniforms and the flags. Of course, it isn't and never will be, and never has been either, but for over two hours this movie does a good enough job of helping you like that these kids believe it anyway. You never lose sight of the fact that we live in a vile hellhole of country that has systematically and intentionally marginalized people in the name of venomous self-interest, but you just kinda don't mind that these kids and Kurt Russell are sacrificing everything actually good in their lives for the glory of a nation that would eat them alive if they weren't all white cishets. I can't believe this was made in 2004. For some reason, I was thinking it was made in like 1986 the whole time I was watching it. Maybe that's in the film's favor; maybe it's that good at aesthetics. Or maybe I am just sore and tired.