Some of my fondest memories
of childhood come from watching videos with my Dad. Around the age of twelve,
my Mom embarked on a brief real estate agent stint, and when she would
work night shifts, Dad and I would watch a video of his choice, and we
would eat those fried chicken TV dinners (currently responsible for 90%
of the worlds cholesterol problems to date). The two that I remember the
most were:
1) Highlander.
This one has remained lodged in my brain because not only did it star Christopher
Lambert, (who in my typical 12 year old style I thought was “totally hot”),
but I also have a very clear memory of asking my Dad if this movie was
“gross.” He assured me that it wasn’t, and less than ten seconds after
those words were spoken, someone
promptly had their head
lopped off in a parking garage. This coincidentally is also the moment
where I first realized that my Dad has two levels of correctness; right
and less right.
2) Mad Max. This
was unlike anything I had ever seen before. I got completely wrapped up
in it. It was so gritty, and tough. I absolutely loved it. (Plus that lead
actor guy wasn’t half bad looking.) Thus began my adoration of Mel Gibson.
We Were Soldiers,
the latest in the growing war film trend, is based on the true story of
the Americans first encounter with the North Vietnamese in the la Drang
Valley. On 14 November, 1965, Lt. Col. Harold Moore lead the First Battalion
of the Seventh Cavalry (the same unit number as Custer) straight to an
area known as the “Valley of the Shadow of Death.” 400 men versus 2000
enemy soldiers.
Director Russell Wallace
has quite obviously taken the time to find out what audiences love about
Mel Gibson (Lethal Weapon, The Million Dollar Hotel), and
has capitalized on it. As Lt. Col. Harold Moore, Gibson is jaw dropping,
charming, and good naturedly mischievous. Instead of letting his character
be all muscle , he and Wallace are courageous enough to let his human side
shine through, creating a leader that even the most cowardly of us would
follow to the ends of the earth. In the recent glut of war films from the
Hollywood machine, there is no hero as elegantly and endearingly portrayed
as Gibson’s Moore.
My
opinion on Chris Klein (Election) has just gone from next to nothing
to through the roof. His portrayal of the young soldier Jack Ceogaughan
is nicely layered with splashes of bravado and courage, and yet he lets
there be a concern show through over whether or not a soldier can also
be a good father. An excellent job.
Greg Kinnear (As Good
as it Gets, Sabrina) is at his roguish best as “Snake” Crandall,
the brave helicopter pilot who doggedly flies Moore’s men into danger,
flying out those who were unlucky enough to be hurt, without a thought
for food or sleep. Kinnear is constantly flouting my expectations. I never
would have thought in a million years that a talk show host would be as
talented an actor as he has proven himself to be. (And I certainly never
thought he’d be nominated for the Oscar.) Crandall is a wonderfully written
character that Kinnear pumps a lot of verve into.
As intrepid reporter Joe
Galloway, Barry Pepper (The Green Mile) brings a human touch to
this tale of barbarism. Pepper’s performance is very real. Coming from
an environment where war is portrayed as nothing but glorious, he’s genuinely
surprised by the battle he sees, and overwhelmed by the suffering all around
him. There’s a very wonderful scene in which he confesses to Moore (Gibson)
that he hasn’t the faintest idea how to write the story of what he’s just
seen, during which at least three audience members burst into tears.
Sam Elliot (Tombstone,
Gettysburg)
plays Plumely, Moore’s right hand man. His gruff, but inwardly warm portrayal
adds a lovely level of charm to this band of soldiers.
A delicate touch to the
finale of this film is a shot of the Vietnam Memorial Wall, with the names
of the fallen flashing by. As the lights came up against Mel Gibson standing
at the monument, I looked about, and was struck by how similar the audience
members, and Wallace’s onscreen soldiers were reacting to the horror they’d
just seen; some with bravado trying to be funny, others sniffling. But
there wasn’t a soul not tremendously moved. I highly recommend everyone
go see this film. Perhaps, (if he likes that sort of thing) you might take
your Dad.
Jen
Johnston