Why bother with something true to life, dignified and classy when you can create something untrue, cheap and vulgar? While surfing through channels looking for a black and white oldie, I came across something that I think is called Rogue Heroes. I’m not sure of the title because the programme annoyed me so much that I turned it off after less than ten minutes. And it took as long as that because the trash was based on a terrific subject: the war in the desert pitting the bold Rommel against timid Monty.
What made the few minutes I watched seedy and sordid was the language. I’m no prude and can swear with the best of them, but only in the right environment. In the scene I watched, David Stirling, a gent and an officer in real life, approaches General Auchinleck and proposes a guerilla group to attack Rommel’s supply lines. He uses the F-word non-stop when he meets officers he doesn’t know.

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