This re-construction of the hacked up mess that was 'The Big Red One' is the pet project of film critic, Richard Schickel. I have other DVDs with Schickel doing commentaries. He's okay. He knows his film history, but I always find his comments sort of on the surface. He doesn't achieve the depth of analysis that I like when I listen to someone like Christopher Frayling. And, since this is his project and he loves Sam Fuller, he's a bit blind to the merits of the film itself. In my humble opinion, except for David Lean, film directors working prior to the 1990s make better films from short, tight, concise scripts than sprawling, boring, never-ending Epic screenplays and Mr. Fuller is no exception. This film simply has too much in it... Sam's actual experiences in WWII, from N. Africa to Sicily to France to Belgium to Germany to Czechoslovakia. Way too much. Spread too thin, Lots of short choppy scenes. Think about "Private Ryan". They land on the beach, they get the mission, they go 50 miles inland, they find Ryan, they defend the bridge... end of story. You know? Less is more.