Jason Lapeyre

Bang,bang,you’redead.No,reallydead.Agroupoftwelveyearoldkidsplaywarinaforestbuttheaudienceviewstheactionthroughtheireyes.Theyfirerealmachineguns,hearmortarsexplodingaroundthem,anddodgebloodyshrapnelfromgrenades.IDeclareWarisamovieforyoungandadultaudiencesalike,featuringtwelvetothirteenyearoldactorsinthetraditionofStandByMe.WithovertonesofLordoftheFlies,IDeclareWarisaparablefornotonlyeventsbroadcastnightlyonnewscaststhroughouttheworld,butachillingdepictionofthecapacityforyouthandmantotakechargeandtowinatallcosts.