The Patriot
Yankees vs Lobsterbacks, with a climax around a nominal Battle of Bunker Hill. It’s never named, because it’s completely fictional, the whole thing is complete balderdash, filtered by Emmerichian lenses.
The jingo protagonist was an old war criminal that tortured French soldiers. After having a sulk, he’s a wholesome pater familis with 7 children in South Carolina (good old times without TV), rich as fuck but with no slaves. He’s against war in general now, and votes against supporting the Continental Army.
After a British officer with a beaver hat murders his son, he is enraged and joins a “well organised militia” to raid British supply convoys. First the Britons are civilised, but when he tricks them, the kid gloves come off and his family is targeted directly. He still finds the time to save them, but his eldest falls for a girl that gets burned alive in a church for sins of rebellion and sedition.
That eldest kid is also killed, our protagonist is broken mentally. But when he finds an American flag with 13 stars, he rejoins the battle and eventually kills the beaver hat redcoat.
It’s not even the end, there’s an epilogue where the British are finally defeated in Yorktown and give up their colonies, with big French help.
Our protagonist cracked the chattel slavery economic issue but told no one, apparently. He can sell cash crops, have a big house with a lot of kids, and still has money left to pay his workers? Madness, he could have avoided the Civil War.
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