“This is war, man, not fucking hopscotch!” barks P.K. Sullivan (Gage Munroe) – a pint-sized General Patton – to his troops, a group of all-American 12-year-olds playing soldiers in the woods. Truth is, it’s a bit of both.
Although their ‘guns’ can’t actually hurt, their emergent killer instincts can, and directors Jason Lapeyre and Robert Wilson aren’t afraid to show their protagonists cursing or kicking the crap out of each other amid bullying subplots and burgeoning romances.
Wittily made, albeit with some one-note performances and questionable CGI, it tries hard to strike a balance between playtime Platoon and something much more profound, often succeeding.