War movies are bloodier, noisier than ever but still follow the same sentimental Heroic pathway. Having spent the festive period watching recent attempts by John Woo and Clint Eastwood to reassess the American adventure in conquering the world im exhausted with the male desire to be thenhero, to be a sacrafice, to be dead, to have no thought for survival. Whatever happened to the coward. the person who hears a gun and hides. The man who wets himself with fear, the person who wnats to run run run as fast as he can the other way. Whatever happeend to the cruel, vile nature of masculinity as it responds to his own inner terror. Give me that please and cut the crap. No more Heroes anymore. Being afraid is fine, it's not such a bad thing.