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| If �BLACK HAWK DOWN, black hawk down!!!� is barked outta the blue, than someone�s in deep shit in no-man�s land, referring as it does in the movie of the same name to a crash-landed fighter copter in war-torn Somalia. To tag-line-lift from �Nick of Time�� �Black Hawk Down� is as close to real terror shot in just real time as you can get, the film crew having cleverly shot in a genuine town to stunning effect, having over-run the place as The League of Gentlemen over-run the bleak town of Hadfield to shoot their menacing genius. �Black Hawk� made even more of a star of Josh Hartnett after his low-profile role in �The Faculty� and then as a bigger name in the massive OTT glory of �Pearl Harbour,� this Ridley Scott-directed stunner also stars Ewan McGregor, who�s been shot back down to the harshest of gritty, war-roosted realities after his superstar stints in �Moulin Rouge� and then �Star Wars: Attack of The Clones.� It�s no fun being a soldier, and this is no day on the assault course. The action is graphic and the decapitations painful� and, like with most war movies, you wallow in a fuck-off sigh of relief at the end, bemused at why so many boys-2-men obsess over getting into, and then being �in the army.� Army life can be fun and may provide friends for life, but the truth is that armies breed armies breed armies breed armies breed armies breed armies breed armies breed armies breed armies breed armies breed armies. And armies breed war. And that�s a shitter. (STEVE RUDD) | ||