If JFK was a jelly doughnut, I'm a butter tart.

I'm on internet that isn't free, but even if I wasn't I'd probably still not post a detailed review of Passchendaele. I had planned to, but now I don't think I will, partly because my ramblings would likely fall way short of the actual thing, and also because I couldn't come up with the words right now, especially in this semi-public place with people all around.

So. No plot details, but my initial gut reactions were:

( Pretty darned spoiler-free stuff under here. Cut for people who think *everything* is a spoiler )