War Horse hooey

inwardly escaping the mundane once a week or so seems healthful and needed for me, but going to view "War Horse" was a waste of time, mind and money. it was about as engaging and unpredictable as the newly-refurbished "Pioner" movie theatre in Moscow hall where it was shown to perhaps 12 -- the red seats were nice and clean, and almost had lower back support in the correct location.

probably the film was addressed to simple teens, like its main hero, for it showed no developments that were not -- after I realized the level of the film -- expectable. I almost left earlier than half way through, and finally got up and left when I could not take another wholly implausible scene of formulaic emotions. it wasn't Saving Private Joey (the horses name for those who have not given their money to Spielberg and friends), but it was a lot of hooey.