Remember Peter Bowman's Beach Red? This in magnified form recalls that intensity of living each moment of the life of a patrol on a Pacific Island. The "naked" are the leaders, almost blind to the actuality of the men they are supposed to lead, self-seeking, ambitious; the "dead" are the foot soldiers, resenting authority, fearful, driven by inner urges of spite and jealousy and boredom and bravado and greed and the ever-mounting tensions of starved sex. And the story takes form—slowly, but with cumulative effect—through dialogue, bits of drama, interplay between the men, and the men and their officers, and through flashbacks in taut prose, streamlined to modern requirements, pen sketches of the backgrounds, ranging from Boston's Beacon Hill to the slums and gutters of America's cities. One by one the men take form as individuals; together they present an assortment of human problems, social problems.
An unpleasant experience, but one that makes an unforgettable impression. Watch it.