Saw All Quiet on the Western Front today. Not bad at all. I give it third place in the "war movie" genre, right after Stanley Kubrick's Full Metal Jacket and Иваново детство [Ivanovo Detstvo, Ivan's Childhood].
Why third place, you ask? Simple: despite great cinematography, a number of excellent shots and a good story, it has that put-on American sensibility, which, instead of creating unique characters by making them respond differently to a variety of situations, makes them overact (which broke the suspense of disbelief for me in a couple of places).
But in this case, it's the underlying story that counts; Erich Maria Remarque does not disappoint - and this I remember from Three Comrades, which I keep promising myself I will re-read one day. At any rate, good stuff.
In unrelated news, I finally did 200 push-ups today (I'm down to 81.5 kg now). And now, for a late-night turtle tank water-changing session.