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In what might be called the revisionist stage of his long career, filmmaker Clint Eastwood has scrutinized masculine violence and found it a poisonous defect of human DNA. In his Oscar-winning Western "Unforgiven" (1992), Mr. Eastwood attempted to dismantle the romantic underpinnings of America's frontier history. Next, "Mystic River" (2003) put demonic testosterone in the petri dish of a contemporary city. Most recently, "Million Dollar Baby" (2004), which earned Mr. Eastwood a second best director Oscar, somewhat oddly transposed this penchant for ambitious violence onto a female boxer.

What's left?

Why, a World War II epic, of course.

With "Flags of Our Fathers" (see review), Mr. Eastwood tackles the mother of all American applications of violence. The movie, which opens today in area theaters, is based on a 2000 best-selling book by James Bradley, son of one of the six men whom photographer Joe Rosenthal famously snapped hoisting an American flag atop Iwo Jima's Mount Suribachi.

It's not just "war is hell" that "Flags" preaches; that's been Hollywood's "profound" revelation of choice for something like the last 25 years. Mr. Eastwood and screenwriters Paul Haggis and William Broyles Jr. have found a more conveniently soft target -- the unsurprisingly crude and provisional attempt by the federal government to turn the three surviving flag-hoisters into domestic war bond celebrities immediately after the 1945 battle.

Wouldn't you know it, the late Mr. Rosenthal's photograph was not as magically spontaneous as we'd like to imagine (another flag had been raised earlier that day, only to be pocketed for posterity by a higher-ranking officer). It was manufactured iconography, and, what's worse, the survivors -- two Marines and a Navy medic (Ira Hayes, Rene Gagnon and John Bradley, respectively) -- were pressed into propagandistic fundraising service they neither sought nor felt comfortable performing.

Timber. Down goes another pillar of American national self-regard.

Except it's not that simple.

In splashing the book's personal narratives onto such a panoramic, Spielbergian canvas, "Flags" unfairly maligns the federal government's monumental wartime propaganda efforts, which marshaled some of the greatest Hollywood talent of its era.

Director Frank Capra, to use the most famous example, helmed the documentary series "Why We Fight" with the goal of explaining the threat of European fascism and Japanese militarism for isolationist-minded Americans. Manipulative? Sure. Justified? Without question.