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Movies Looking back
By JOSEPH CUNNEEN
Do you want to drive down to Margate
to scatter the ashes of an East London butcher into the English Channel? If the
idea at first makes sound like a dreary exercise, keep in mind that
Jack (Michael Caine) was the butcher, and his three best drinking buddies from
the Coach and Horses, who are coming along, are among Englands finest
actors: Vic, the undertaker (Tom Courtenay); Lenny, the ex-boxer (David
Hemmings); and Jacks best friend, Ray, the gambler (Bob Hoskins).
Besides, Jacks son, Vince (Ray Winston), who broke with his father to
become a car salesman, has borrowed a Mercedez-Benz for the trip. No,
Jacks wife Amy (Helen Mirren) wont be coming. Shell be
visiting their mentally retarded daughter, June (Laura Morelli), whom Jack has
mostly ignored ever since her birth.
All this combines to give Last Orders the best ensemble
acting of the year. Even on his deathbed, Caine adds a bit of extra glamour and
mischief. With a wink at the nurse and another effort to borrow money, he uses
joviality as a cover for disillusion -- and perhaps repressed guilt. Mirren,
unfortunately, is largely wasted; she has a credible, low-key affair with
Hoskins, but shes just not part of the main line of the story, the trip
to Margate.
The pace is deliberately slow to allow for constant stops at pubs
along the way. Memories are amusing, sentimental and occasionally rancorous.
The men never quite get over the realization that all that is left of their
lifelong friend is contained in a cardboard box, and they decide that a proper
show of respect means carrying it with them into the next bar.
Director Fred Schepisi (The Chant of Jimmie
Blacksmith) has made a conscientious adaptation of Graham Swifts
1996 Booker Award novel, but the flashbacks are sometimes too brief and
awkward, and the actors who play the mens younger selves never quite come
alive. Schepisi seems unable to find a cinematic equivalent to the way in which
the different voices of the novels main characters carry the story
forward and make the relationships between them complex and humorous.
Though Jacks friends are easy to spend time with, one is
left with a sense of disappointment at the end. Not because the movies
subject is a downer, but because the action seems repetitive; it doesnt
build to any real climax. The weather is bad and gets worse; the men argue
dispiritedly about whose turn it is to carry Jacks ashes; flashbacks tell
us about their military service in World War II; and we come to feel that the
years of barroom banter cover up lots of disappointments.
We come to feel that although the Coach and Horses gang are
neither saints nor heroes, they are decent men who deserve a grander send-off.
Ultimately Last Orders shows the limitations of a narrative that
deals with old age and dying without some framework of belief or common
liturgy.
If youre looking for more
action, try Vietnam during the bloody battle of Ia Drang in late 1965. We
Were Soldiers, the super-patriotic, new Mel Gibson movie, captures the
bravery of the First Battalion of the Armys Seventh Cavalry, roughly 450
men, as they encounter 2,000 regulars of the North Vietnamese Army in the
central highlands. The script was written by director Randall Wallace from a
memoir by a genuine war hero, Lt. Col. Hal Moore, who commanded the battalion
at Ia Drang.
Gibson communicates an inner toughness and sense of old-fashioned
dedication that makes it possible to believe in Moore, and although the combat
action is hard to follow, there is no attempt to prettify its results. The
overall tone, however, is full of Hollywood clichés as men of all races
and backgrounds come together to create something Moore calls what home
was always supposed to be, a place where people would uncritically care
for each other. Things undoubtedly got more complicated in Vietnam after 1965;
the world described in We Were Soldiers is drug-free, pious and
mostly white; one soldiers last line is Im glad I can die for
my country.
The weakest part of the movie encompasses the units training
period at Fort Benning, Ga., and conscripts the officers wives as pretty
tokens of pre-feminist wholesomeness. Madeleine Stowe, who plays Moores
wife, is called on later in the film to deliver the dreaded telegrams that
announce the death in action of the husbands of other wives on the post. Those
who suffered through the cardboard dialogue he wrote for Pearl
Harbor will recognize Wallaces style.
Though Moore is presented as having earned an advanced degree in
international relations, his approach to Vietnam seems principally influenced
by the failure of the French army and of Custers last stand
at Little Big Horn. He helped develop the air-cavalry strategy, which depended
on helicopters, and probably sensed early on that the mission he had been given
was a disaster. When a reporter asks him after the battle, How do you
account for your victory? Moore may already suspect that the Vietnamese
will prevail in the war, but there is no evidence that he had yet posed the
question, What justifies the U.S. presence in Vietnam?
To its credit, We Were Soldiers does not demonize the
enemy; their officers are brave and capable, and we are even shown a Vietnamese
soldier taking a last look at a photo of his girlfriend before the final
attack. The movie also gives considerable emphasis to religion; one of
Moores most sympathetic lieutenants, Jack Geoghegan (Chris Klein), is an
ex-missionary, and Moore himself is a practicing Catholic, a devoted husband
who helps teach his five young children their prayers. It would be unfair to
expect him in 1965 to be familiar with Vatican IIs teaching on war. The
movie makes me wonder if the Catholics who are being called on to serve in
George Bushs war against the axis of evil know any more about
it today.
Joseph Cunneen is NCRs regular movie reviewer. His
e-mail address is Scunn24219@aol.com
National Catholic Reporter, March 22,
2002
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