Raoul Walsh's films of the 1950's are uncharted territory, much like the South Pacific island where most of the action in Naked and the Dead unfolds.
An amphibious landing that brings echoes of D-Day is carried out near the beginning of the film, during which we're told that 130 men have died, but we don't see a single limb get blown off.
In none of these films was there any indication that Walsh could deliver something of the scale and complexity of Naked and the Dead, which more than equals mid-period lulus like The Roaring Twenties.
Think of this as The Naked and the Dead, and you'll be disappointed.
Well if they don't perk up, they'll be having their butcher.
A recon team would never be landed behind enemy lines in broad daylight, and from a large, noisy landing craft.
Time has run out gentlemen.
In 1958 Walsh had nothing left to prove to anyone -- even when he was Mailer's age, I can't imagine him going for Mailer's bludgeoning tactics.