Monday, July 13, 2009

Best of 2008 Countdown:

Best Art Direction-
  1. The Duchess of Langeais
  2. The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
  3. Gran Torino
  4. Miss Pettigrew Lives For a Day
  5. Brideshead Revisited

Runners-Up: Changeling; Kit Kittredge: An American Girl; The Romance of Astrea and Celadon

Best Costume Design-

  1. The Duchess of Langeais
  2. Brideshead Revisited
  3. The Duchess
  4. Revolutionary Road
  5. The Romance of Astrea and Celadon

Runners-Up: Changeling; Frozen River; Gran Torino; Miss Pettigrew Lives for A Day; Mongol; Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist

Best Original Song-

  1. "Gran Torino", Gran Torino
  2. "De Bonnes Raisons", Love Songs
  3. "Screw the Man", Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist


Best Song Score-

  1. Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist
  2. Love Songs
  3. Hallam Foe


Best Sound Effects

  1. Wall-E
  2. Cloverfield
  3. Flight of the Red Balloon


Best Sound

  1. Hunger
  2. Wall-E
  3. The Strangers
  4. Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist
  5. Flight of the Red Balloon




Best of 2008 Countdown:

Best Supporting Actor-


  1. Mark Strong, Body of Lies: Between Mark Strong, Russell Brand, August Diehl, as well as a few of guys who’ll turn up in the senior category, I’m ready to declare 2008 the year of the British and German breakthrough actors. Of course Strong isn’t really a breakthrough actor, but I was stunned to discover after watching Body of Lies that I had seen him in several other films. After I Googled him and looked at a picture, I realized he looked nothing like the Jodanian Intelligence Officer he played in Body of Lies. This is truly chamelonic acting, and it’s not just the makeup or the hair that make this such a convincing performance—it’s in his physical syntax, the way he wears those suits, the way he seems disgusted with himself for conducting shady deals, but the way he also grudgingly accepts the necessity of straddling the fence in order to serve a greater good. DiCaprio seems to be gunning for a Nobel Peace Prize and Crowe is gunning for Strangelove-esque satire, but Strong brings a real weight, a dignity to the film that is perfectly befitting his character, bringing a life and a sad world-weariness to a man perpetually caught in the middle.
  2. Russell Brand, Forgetting Sarah Marshall: Going into Forgetting Sarah Marshall, not only was I unfamiliar with Russell Brand, I was expecting something that would at least be pretty enjoyable because I had been a fan of Jason Segel’s and Kristin Bell’s television work. Unfortunately, both they and the film disappointed almost entirely. The glaring exception to all of this was Russell Brand, the only person on the set whose go-for-broke approach actually paid off in something memorable. Unlike so many of the performers in the film, he seemed to understand that playing vain and self-absorbed does not equal an unlikable character, and that comic does not equal cartoon. Brand’s Aldous Snow was the one character in Forgetting Sarah Marshall who I would’ve been happy to follow into in his own movie, and I can’t think of a higher compliment for a supporting actor than that.
  3. Michael Kelley, The Changeling: If Changeling had been made twenty or thirty years ago, Clint Eastwood himself probably would’ve taken the Lester Ybarra role. Ybarra is the classic Eastwood hero—a man who reveals little about his past, who goes against the wishes of others in pursuit of justice, simply because it’s the right thing to do, and not out of self-serving motives. Kelly is lucky, on one hand, that he’s the kind of journeyman actor who can easily be cast in a period piece like this, but what separates luck from genuine skill is the authenticity he brings to the role that not all actors find, and that can’t be faked—he knows how to carry himself in this role, how to hold the screen during mundane (and sometimes very disturbing) interview scenes. It’s the kind of performance without the typical Oscar clips that generally stick out in the mind, but the cumulative effect is quite powerful, giving a soul to the film just as it begins to get lost in itself.
  4. Columbus Short, Cadillac Records: We see these live wire character almost all the time in these types of biopics, but Short brings an immediacy to the role that separates it from these typical characters. More than anyone (or anything) else in the film, Short connects to the sociopolitical aspects of the piece, showing someone living with the irony of being celebrated for his music, yet discriminated against because of his race. And when things happen to Little Walter, we notice—we notice when things are going well, when he’s happy, and when his self-destructive streak beings to overtake him, we can feel the heartbreak of someone who has allowed things to move too fast and burn too bright.
  5. August Diehl, The Counterfeiters: One of many impressive actors I had never heard of before this year, Diehl seems to me like a good possibility for an international breakthrough. This role is fairly standard for this type of movie—the voice of conscience (imprisoned for political rather than ethnic reasons of course) who always questions the motives and methods of the antihero. What Diehl brings to this role is a tremendous personal magnitude that makes silent reaction shots, exposition-heavy monologues, and political spewing seem like they’re all coming from a believable human being. I don’t mean to be too hard on The Counterfeiters, but Diehl’s work is easily the most intriguing thing about it, work from an actor who knows how to linger in more of the film than he’s actually in, an actor who lends a complexity to his scenes just by being in them.


Runners-Up:
Too bad Mister Foe forgets Ciaran Hinds for about 70 minutes in the middle of this 95 minute film, because this excellent, often underappreciated actor (so excellent in The Seafarer on Broadway), in a film that often settles for either smugness or sentimentality, gives life and dimension to a character who the screenplay doesn’t even grant a real story arc. Bill Irwin also manages to work wonders with a similar role in Rachel Getting Married. Peter Mullan’s role in Boy A is fairly typical stuff, but he plays it excellently, showing the way a decent man can be a great father figure to one person while failing his actual son. Kevin Bacon brings wisdom and dignity to a role that could’ve just faded boringly into the background of Frost/Nixon. We need more performers like him. Ben Whishaw would’ve made the list easily for Brideshead Revisted, if his entire performance had been on the level of his final scene, where he heartbreakingly shows us Sebastian Flyte, in failing health, defeated by a lifetime of regret. Ralph Fiennes took a hilarious, nearly film-stealing break from his overheated Brooding European routine in In Bruges. More work like this, Mr. Fiennes, and less like The Reader or The Duchess. In When Did You Last See Your Father?, Matthew Beard understands the psychology of his character in a way that Colin Firth—who plays his character at middle-age—never approaches; unlike Firth, it’s not at all difficult to see how the Broadbent/Stevenson characters would’ve raised a son like him. Kit Kittredge: An American Girl had perhaps the most surprising ensemble of the year. No two members of that ensemble were more surprising than Max Thieriot and Zach Mills. There are two interesting performers here, who could make this list someday with the right role. Neither really made a play for this list, but Eddie Alderson and Asher Axe both made strong impression with just a couple of scenes in Changeling.

Friday, July 03, 2009

Best of 2008 Countdown:

Best Supporting Actress-


  1. Julia Ormond, Kit Kittredge: An American Girl: Why would an actress take this role? Most often they do it for the money or some other reason (money, to be in something their child might like), and then phone in a competent but forgettable performance. Based on history, I wouldn’t have expected anything else from Ormond. Instead, what Ormond taps into is the mystery of all parent/child relationships: As children, we may love our parents, and know that they love us, but they also are a mystery to us, people we can’t quite understand. Ormond, as the mother to the titular character, taps into this simultaneous remoteness and warmth that children so often feel for their parents. Ormond never broadly telegraphs her character’s financial worries; instead she very subtly shows us someone trying to hold things together for her family. A more vain actress would strongly emphasize her character’s kindness, and her generosity to neighbors and friends who are going through difficult times; Ormond just gives her a natural warmth and a genuine compassion for everyone. Ormond’s is not only the kind of performance that I never expected to find in this film, but it is, simply put, what supporting actress work is all about.
  2. Juliet Stevenson, When Did You Last See Your Father?: Longsuffering wives often make for undeserved coattail nominations at the Oscars, but occasionally, with the right actress, these thankless roles can end up turning into something special. The perpetually underrated Juliet Stevenson manages that in When Did You Last See Your Father, a film that never quite manages to say anything meaningful about its subject. Stevenson, however, manages to live a full lifetime in her time on screen. In one scene her character’s husband flaunts his infidelity by throwing a birthday party for his mistress’s (and probably his) daughter in their home, Stevenson resists the urge to play the scene for fireworks. Everything we need to know about this lady Stevenson tells us in this scene—we can tell that this isn’t the first time her husband has been so brazen, that she has accepted it, and that she forgives him this time, just like she has every other time. It’s a pity that Stevenson has never had the kind of big mainstream breakthrough that Emma Thompson or Tilda Swinton have, but she also gives me hope that she can someday score a late-career breakthrough like Dench and Mirren.
  3. Rachel Régulier, The Class: For such a clear ensemble piece, it seems strange to single one person out over the others. Despite being spotlighted in the trailers and in the posters for the film, Régulier isn’t mentioned on the film’s IMDb page, and doesn’t have her own IMDb page either. Régulier’s Khoumba is perhaps the most vividly drawn of all of M. Marin’s students, stands out clearly in the early scenes, grabbing our attention as the type of student anyone has seen in a classroom. She keeps Khoumba slightly mysterious, however, never telling us exactly why Khoumba gives up on M. Marin midway through the year. But even in my limited classroom experience, her portrait of Khoumba is very much in keeping with the way students often behave—excited, vivacious, and eager one day, and then a wall goes up. And then maybe, she shows us, at some point down the road, even if they don’t come back around totally, you’ll see some signs that give you hope they will eventually. Incredible.
  4. Marisa Tomei, The Wrestler: In one of many unpleasant 2008 films about, as one person puts it, “losers losing”, Tomei, and her character, is the one glimmer of hope. The whore (or stipper, in this case) with the heart of gold is beyond old hat, and it’s not a very well-written character, but Tomei makes her more than cliché. She shows us someone realizing that she’s as far past her prime as The Ram, trying to come to terms with that realization, trying just as hard as The Ram to sort her life out, figure out where to go. This allows Tomei to give the film its best moment: Towards the end, as Cassidy makes a last ditch effort to save Randy from self-destruction. Eventually she realizes that Randy cares more about the high he gets in the ring more than anything else, and that nothing she can do will change this. Rather than making this scene pathetic and dreary, Tomei makes it a small triumph for the character as she realizes that leaving her old life behind means leaving Randy behind as well.
  5. Tilda Swinton, The Curious Case of Benjamin Button: Even if I couldn’t quite get on board with the recognition of that specific performance (partially due to a climactic scene so ridiculous that no actor could sell it), I was glad last year to see Swinton receive the mainstream recognition that she’s deserved for so long. In about fifteen minutes of screentime in Benjamin Button, Swinton gives us the lifetime of her character: A lady who settled in too easily, who lost her youth and many of her opportunities quickly and saw in Benjamin a chance to reclaim it, even if only for a short period of time. Operating in a different universe than so many of her other performances, Swinton, once again, surprises me with her versatility.
Runners-Up:Hiam Abbas, who lends a complexity to The Visitor that the film otherwise lacks. She never hides her character’s inherent decency, but also never tries to make us forget that her character has behaved irresponsibly and has created her own predicament. It would be hard to say much about Marie-Josee Croze in Tell No One without giving away some major spoilers. To put it simply the film would not work without her contribution. Sarah Lancashire, in about three or four scenes in When Did You Last See Your Father?, saves her character from being the typical other woman, instead showing someone fully wise to the implications of her affair, perfectly willing to share her man with his family. In Cadillac Records, Beyonce Knowles may not have given the most consistent performance of the year, but she showed dimensions that I’ve never seen, giving an indication that she may, unlike most singer/actresses, have a true future in film. Lena Olin deserves all the credit in the world for coming into The Reader, after a brief earlier appearance, at the last minute, forcing and the film to deal with issues that it had spent the previous two hours avoiding. A scene that still could’ve been dull speechifying is fascinating, and the only intriguing one in the film, thanks to her.
Best of 2008 Countdown:

Best Makeup-

  1. Hunger
  2. The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
  3. Let the Right One In

Runners-Up: Cadillac Records, Miss Pettigrew Lives For a Day, The Dark Knight

Best Visual Effects-

  1. Cloverfield
  2. The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
  3. Let the Right One In


Runner-Up: The Dark Knight

Friday, April 10, 2009

The Duchess

The Duchess is competently, but uninterestingly, made, immaculately designed, with absolutely no reason at all for existing. It seems to be tailor-made for Oscars. Otherwise, I can’t imagine why anyone bothered. As it is, almost everyone seems to just be going through the motions. The director plops the camera down with little imagination. The cinematographer, Gyula Pados, who has done great work in the past (Fateless), makes sure we can see those costumes and sets, but does very little of interest beyond. It is much the same with the cast. Keira Knightley tries to emote, and tries to convey the inner turmoil of someone trapped in a loveless marriage, but—even though she’s British—her sensibility comes off as American, as if she’d be more at home on the cast of The Hills than in a corset and a bustle. Unfortunately, Knightley’s appearance has turned into a liability, a distraction. Put bluntly, she looks sick, almost skeletal, and it’s nearly impossible to look at her without being distracted by that fact. Dominic Cooper is a good actor, but he has no real character to play, and doesn't exhibit any of the charisma or charm he showed in BBC's adaptation of Sense and Sensibility last year. Ralph Fiennes brings his whole brooding European routine to the role of an inattentive and borderline-sociopath husband. It is effective in some cases, but is almost comical here, and a nonsensical way to play this character. Yes the costumes are good, and the sets are eye-catching. It has a nice romantic score, too, much better than the material deserved. But it's all in service of something with the substance of a marshmallow.
Frost/Nixon

Ron Howard has always been a competent director; not someone with recurring themes or a signature visual style, but the kind of guy who is at home doing these middlebrow studio entertainments. Generally, this means that his films are about as good or bad as their screenplays, which is another way of saying that the success or failure of his films is generally not because of him. Frost/Nixon, then, is an interesting case: it may be the first of his films that actually succeeds—in part at least—because of him.

As a screenplay—and, I assume, as a stage play—Frost/Nixon is a piece of historical revisionism, overstating the impact (ratings fell after the first night, which contained the discussions of Watergate), scope (Nixon admitted to nothing in the interviews that had not already been publicly disclosed), and the reaction (many reviewers felt that Nixon had gotten the best of Frost) to the interviews. The idea that David Frost was a lightweight TV host (and that he simply put half an effort into the interviews until he thought that his career might be on the line) looking for credibility by interviewing Nixon is also not accurate. One reviewer said that the idea of making a film about David Frost’s interviews with Richard Nixon was the equivalent to making an opera about Al Capone’s Vault. While it may be an exaggeration, there is an element of truth to that statement: The interviews with David Frost are an impossibly small footnote in the story of Richard Nixon, and little more than a footnote in Nixon's post-presidential life. There is no real subtext to this story, and Ron Howard does not really bring any to it. That turns out to be a good thing here, because a more politically-minded director, trying to draw some parallel between Frosts’s interviews Nixon and the modern day political scene, or something similar, would only underline the intellectual dishonesty of Morgan’s screenplay.

Howard is mostly tying to create an entertainment here. It’s well-crafted—Howard knows when to cut to a close-up for maximum effect—and it moves along with energy. It’s the kind of mainstream drama that sometimes I am in the mood to see. He gets good work out of his cast, although Oliver Platt and Sam Rockwell, who seem to have walked in from the set of one of the more smug and self-righteous episodes The West Wing, as two members of Frost’s team, play two of the most punchable characters onscreen in some time. As Jack Brennan, Kevin Bacon gets a mostly-thankless role as Richard Nixon’s right-hand man. It’s not a performance that is gunning for recognition, but Bacon imbues Brennan with a real dignity and class missing from Platt’s and Rockwell’s performances. Bacon is an indespensible character actor, never trying to steal films from his costars, and his work his another reminder of the kind of actors (and performances) we need more of. Of course it comes down, mostly, to a showdown between Frost and Nixon, and Sheen and Langella are both excellent. Sheen manages not to make this a retread of his Tony Blair from The Queen despite using many of the same mannerisms, and Langella, despite not looking any more like Nixon than Anthony Hopkins, creates a very human Nixon—his strange charm, his social insecurities, his loneliness. It may not have the soul-probing depths of Hopkins’s Nixon (although Langella is the better actor overall, probably), but, more than anything else in the film, it is Langella who gives you a different idea of Nixon than you might have had going into the film.

It goes on well enough, just as enjoyable viewing, but not really anything that gets a strong emotional investment from the viewer until the end, with a final scene between Nixon and Frost that is quite moving. Howard is close to pulling off something fairly impressive here, and if he had just followed through, keeping the scene on Nixon after Frost left, it might have made the most impressive scene of his career. The final scene between the two is the best written scene in the film, with a particularly good line from Nixon—“You have no idea how fortunate that makes you. Liking people, and being liked.”—perfectly delivered by Langella, that serves as an emotional climax of the film. Unfortunately, after their conversation, Howard had to cut away to Frost driving cross-country, having gotten the girl, and Rockwell's character opening his smug yap about how the only thing Nixon ever accomplished was that political scandals now have "-gate" after them, or some such nonsense (and non-truth). Then he cuts back to Nixon, alone standing there looking out over the ocean. An effective shot, but unfortunately, the emotional continuity of the two scenes is disrupted by that cutaway, and so only about a tenth as effective as it might have been. Something meant to be heartbreaking ends up only as vaguely downbeat.

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Sunday, June 10, 2007

Fading Into History: Clint Eastwood's Flags of Our Fathers
by Daniel Smith

Note: This is a sketchy first draft of what I hope to expand into a longer piece, so take that into consideration when thinking about how ungracefully this flows from one subject to another.


“The real heroes are dead on that island”.

A few characters use that line in speeches. It’s followed by a petition for the audience members to buy war bonds in the memory of those who died. Eastwood isn’t so cynical to suggest that the characters who use The Line don’t mean it, but he also is aware of what The Line is designed for. He understands the manipulative value of The Line. The Line leaves the audiences at bond drives feeling bad about all the boys who died and feeling good about themselves for supporting the war effort, but the audiences don’t really think about The Line. They’re fired up in the patriotic furor, and The Line doesn’t go beyond a surface-deep emotional reaction.

The Line is also what many critics of the film insist is the only point of the film, hammered home repeatedly by Eastwood & co. But saying that the movie has nothing to offer other than The Line is too easy of a way to dismiss the film, and is as reductive as using The Photograph to sum up the lives of the men involved, and the battle in which it was taken. And yet, Flags was dismissed as a repetitive war film, with little new to offer, and as just a shameless Oscar ploy by Eastwood and Spielberg (co-producer). Flags of Our Fathers was another in a long line of films that includes Munich and The Thin Red Line that was hyped for months before its release as a clear Oscar frontrunner, only to be met with disappointment and indifference when it turned out to something different than the Oscar movie is was expected to be. I get the impression that in the wake of Eastwood’s defeat of Scorsese at the 2004 Oscars—and the possibility of another showdown between the two this year—as well as Haggis’s (co-writer of Flags of Our Fathers) Crash winning Best Picture over Brokeback Mountain, Flags of Our Fathers was asking for it. The Crash debacle left a bitter taste in many mouths, and I feel that Flags of Our Fathers is the whipping child. Many critics seemed to be reviewing Crash (or, more specifically, Paul Haggis) again rather than Flags of Our Fathers. Slant Magazine’s Ed Gonzalez—a critic I generally like—writing about it at The House Next Door, sums this up nicely in the very first sentence of his review:

  • "The stink of Crash hovers over Flags of Our Fathers"

He goes on:

  • "If Eastwood's personality barely shines through, it's because Haggis's cartoon politics strongarm the director's vision."
  • "Haggis, whose roots are in the small screen (his resume includes The Love Boat, The Facts of Life, and Diff’rent Strokes), writes character for short attention spans..."

I’m perfectly fine with the idea of someone not liking this movie, but I’d like to come away with the impression that they actually considered the film, rather than looking at it as another chance to grind an axe with Haggis. Here though, Haggis’s TV career is used (once again) as an easy sucker punch, a chance to get a quick blow in. Haggis is not, by any stretch of the imagination, one of the great screenwriters working today, but to see him constantly singled out as one of the worst things to hit mainstream movies in the past decade is odd. At the same time, Haggis does have the bad habit as a screenwriter to underline things that have already been well established. We all know from Crash that subtlety is not his strong suit, and those weaknesses show up in Flags. And yet, I think that it was Pauline Kael—a critic I generally don’t like—who was dead-on when she said that “great movies are rarely perfect movies”.

Other than winning a few more Oscars, what might Eastwood be trying to do in Flags of Our Fathers? Is this just another war movie, something akin to those anonymous propaganda pieces that were regularly churned out for years during and after World War II? Is it a commentary on the Iraq War? Is it some kind of a meta-statement on Eastwood’s career? Is there any connection—visually or thematically—to Eastwood’s previous films? Does it offer a commentary on either Contemporary or Classic Hollywood War Films?

What is Flags of Our Fathers really about?

It’s almost impossible to give a single, definitive answer. Scan most reviews, and most will say that it has something to do with the way Governments often manipulate and use people for PR purposes, or that it has something to do with the nature of heroism. But Eastwood films are almost always impossible to toss off in just a few sentences, and this one is no different. For whatever reason, there seems to have been reluctance on the part of most critics and audience members to scratch beneath the surface of Flags. Partially, it’s about the steady, inevitable flow of history, about the way it sweeps people in at random and then shuffles them aside as quickly as it swept them in, and about the collective struggle of individuals (and generalized, entire nations) to understand their past by piecing together not only their memories but what they can gather from the memories of others. The editing, and the non-linear structure, underlines this theme of memory, in the way it often suggests still fresh memories—the past is never truly gone, we’re reminded.

As is typically found in Eastwood films and his protagonists, loneliness permeates the landscape. The loneliness at the core of Eastwood’s work is something that shows up in almost every film—this recurring theme is perhaps best summed up in that shot of Robert Kincaid standing alone in the rain near the end of The Bridges of Madison County. Eastwood films are often filled with these kinds of characters stuck on the outside—usually on the outside of mainstream society—looking in. This isn’t limited just to characters played by Eastwood—we see it manifest in different forms in all three protagonists of Mystic River as well as in the protagonists in Eastwood films from A Perfect World to Million Dollar Baby, and it turns up again in Flags of Our Fathers.

This loneliness is most obvious in Flags in the scenes set in America—while hailed as heroes, the men are also kept resolutely on the outside. They are never allowed to blend into the crowd; every scene of the bond drives Eastwood emphasizes the men apart from the crowd. The bond drives are designed to single these guys out, and it goes against the very nature of military training, which is all about the individuals blending collectively into one. The bond drive reverses the process—the crowd functions as a collective body, a faceless cheering section, while the soldiers are stuck on the outside. This isn’t just limited to the bond drives though: When asking Doc Bradley to be Best Man at his wedding, Rene Gagnon mentions that it is hard to even talk to the people who didn’t experience the war firsthand. Here, loneliness is created by war—The Photograph brought the nation together, but the War left the soldiers isolated in their memories.

Hayes of course is a double outsider—excluded from much of mainstream society due to his ethnicity, and further isolated by the pressures of the bond tour. Hayes, though, is haunted in more than one way. Already a loner, someone who can’t fit into “normal” society due to racism of the time, Hayes is haunted by the hero worship. Hayes is also the clearest representation of Eastwood’s career-long exploration of the soul-crushing effects of violence. One of the best dialogue exchanges in an Eastwood film comes in High Plains Drifter, his second directorial credit:

Mordecai: “What do you do when it’s over?”
The Stranger: “Then you live with it.”

Eastwood has spent much of his career as a director exploring the “live with it” part. To Eastwood, violence is soul-scorching, and in an age where most films amass double-digit body counts with little or no reflection on it at all, Eastwood has always been willing to deal with the consequences of violence—on both personal and communal levels, and Flags of Our Fathers continues that trend. Of the three protagonists, Bradford’s Rene Gagnon is not shown killing someone in battle. (It is indicated at one point that he never even fired his rifle.) The other two aren’t shown participating in typical war movie killings (i.e. shooting someone across the battlefield). Instead, they show both Bradley and Hayes killing men (with their knife and bayonet, respectively) who surprise them by jumping into their foxhole. The way Eastwood handles these scenes remind me of a quote from HBO’s Deadwood, in episode five (“A Two-Headed Beast”) of season three. Ian McShane’s character says after one of his henchmen killed someone in a fight, “"A fair fight, something Dan and I have always struggled to avoid, is different. You see the light go out of their eyes. It's just you left, and death." This is something that Eastwood manages to visualize in quick reaction shots just after Bradley and Hayes kill these men—that moment of realization upon seeing the light go out of someone’s eyes.

Literally and figuratively, The Photograph constantly hangs over the soldiers—and not just the soldiers, but the families of deceased soldiers as well—so that they are destined to relive the battle constantly. One subtle, almost imperceptible comment on the entire “print the legend” aspect of the bond tour seems to be the way Eastwood never lets us get very close to The Photograph. He often distorts it, either in the showing it in colorized painting form, or from an off-kilter angle. (The most infamous, and perhaps least-subtle appearance is in that ice-cream dessert sculpture.) The Photograph shows up all over the place, yet in a different form almost every time. This underlines one of the more subtle themes of the film: the study in contrast. There are the contrasting perspectives: Americans were comforted by The Photograph, saw hope in it. The men in it were haunted by it, constantly reminded of what they had been through and all of the friends lost. Hayes and Gagnon are contrasting characters: Hayes is an outsider in America, due to being a racial minority, and yet fits in perfectly in the Marines, while Gagnon, the ambitious opportunist, is clearly out of his element in military life. The film is bookended by two contrasting shots: It opens on a soldier running, alone across a battlefield, seeming lost and overwhelmed, and ends with the same soldier joining his comrades at the beach.

The nature of heroism is confronted in the film, but its confrontation of it extends far beyond The Line. For one thing, we hardly see any heroic action in the film—most killings are defensive; while the protagonists are made into heroes, Eastwood keeps cutting back to Iwo to show us that it was a lot more complex than we were told . Battle is often about, as the Ira Hayes character says, just trying not to get shot. There is one hero in the film: Mike Strank, played by Barry Pepper. Strank is not a character caught up in history in the way our three protagonists are—he makes a clear choice; Early in the film, he is offered a promotion to what is indicated would be a safer position in the battle for him. But he turns it down, because of his obligation to see his soldiers through the battle. Fulfilling one’s promises, doing one’s duty is a common Eastwood theme, and Mike Strank’s choice of others over self is, for Eastwood, a heroic choice.

Symbols and Personas

For decades as an actor, Eastwood was dismissed by critics as little more than a symbol. Eastwood the Director has been conscious of this designation for decades, and has used his films to explore the nature of that Persona that he symbolizes. As a result, Eastwood has long been on of the most reflective directors working in mainstream Hollywood, routinely pulling back the layers of that Persona. Eastwood characters are generally loners, men of few words, reluctant to reveal much about their pasts, and often on the outside of mainstream society.

Eastwood movies where he doesn’t star are more ambiguous in their relationship to the Eastwood Persona. Here, Eastwood gives an interesting study of the Persona: Each of the three protagonists (Ryan Phillippe’s Doc Bradley, Adam Beach’s Ira Hayes, and Jesse Bradford’s Rene Gagnon) seems to represent different aspects of this Persona. Bradley, like so many Eastwood protagonists, is a quiet man, one of few words. Chris Durham, in a piece called Absent Heroism, says that “looking at Eastwood's characterizations, one is regularly struck by images of men who do not, because they cannot, belong…if these men cannot belong, it is because they have few measures of belonging available to them, whether in the form of nation, community, or social relationships.” We see this in the three protagonists—especially, as mentioned above, in contrasting forms in Hayes and Gagnon.

In Flags Eastwood is does not explore Eastwood Persona as much as he is explores the process by which these men are turned into symbols, and the entire idea of using people as symbols. A younger director might try use the bond drive as a way of convicting the crowd, and then the audience, for the “print the legend” mindset that they helped The Photograph perpetuate. But this is the work of a man who is at peace with himself and at peace with the fact that he’s seen as a symbol by so many. Yet at the same time, he recognizes how reductive this thinking is, and the fact that, in this case at least, it does major harm to these men. But he also understands the emotions behind the desire to manufacture heroes. It’s a complex situation, and Eastwood wisely lets us see both sides of the coin.

James Bradley wrote a good book in Flags of Our Fathers, but one flaw is in James Bradley’s portrayal of Rene Gagnon. Bradley, of course, portrays his own father as a salt-of-the-earth type saint, but is very critical of Gagnon—seeing him as a relentless opportunist, as the only one of the three surviving flagraisers who bought into the hero worship. Whether intentional or not, James Bradley is guilty of dividing the three surviving flagraisers into stereotypes: John Bradley is The Saint; Ira Hayes is The Victim; Rene Gagnon is The Opportunist. (Gagnon’s wife Pauline, is The Cow.) It’s not an unforgivable flaw, and Bradley does seem to see Gagnon as a genuinely good—but perhaps weak—man, but it is disappointing that Bradley doesn’t seem very interested in Gagnon. The biographical section for Gagnon in the first part of the book is considerably shorter than those of the other flagraisers, and Bradley emphasizes more than once that not many veterans knew Gagnon very well.

As Rene Gagnon, Jesse Bradford gives perhaps the best performance in a film full of terrific acting. Although Ira Hayes is traditionally viewed as the outsider (The Outsider was actually the title of an Ira Hayes biopic from the 60’s), Bradford’s performance shows us that in military life, Gagnon is even more of an outsider than Hayes. Gagnon projects confidence—“there’s no point in being a hero if you don’t look like one”—but Bradford’s performance hints at a loneliness just beneath the surface, and he’s set apart from the other soldiers in subtle ways—the clothes he wears, the way he carries himself, etc. Bradford’s performance suggests to us that the camaraderie between most of the soldiers is something that is not extended to Gagnon.

Not an Eastwood film?

That’s one thing that critics of the film have mentioned. The perception seems to be that Flags of Our Fathers is Eastwood working for-hire on a project that has very little personal meaning or resonance fo
r him, just hacking it away so he can get a few more Oscars. Even though it may not be the most logical progression for Eastwood after Million Dollar Baby, it feels like a natural progression for Eastwood as a director (auteur).

Eastwood’s fingerprints are evident in Flags of Our Fathers in the natural decency of the characters—in the way Rene Gagnon walks directly past a potential business offer in order to speak a mother who had lost her son, and in the compassion he shows to Ira as he leaves the tour; in the way Bud Gerber (the government bureaucrat on the tour, played by John Slattery) is visibly relieved that he does not have to be the one to tell Ira that he has been kicked off the tour, and then the humane way that Beech (the army bureaucrat on the tour, played by John Benjamin Hickey) gently drops the axe. Even the family who takes Ira’s picture are less evil or villainous—which is how they might be portrayed in another film—than they are simply caught up in heroic fever. After they take the picture and drive away, Eastwood gives Beach a sublime close-up moment of silence; It makes for a beautiful shot, suggesting a momentary peace for Ira Hayes. Eastwood also gives the same type of moment to several of his bit players: Judith Ivey’s Belle Block, to Myra Turley’s Madeline Evelley, and Christopher Curry’s Ed Block all get quiet moments of reflection (these are something more than simple reaction shots) after they learn the truth about The Photograph. These are the types of moments that would probably never make the final cut of most films, but Eastwood’s trademark generosity with even the incidental characters and his willingness to let the film have a bit extra time breathe a little, produces what were, for me, some of the most moving shots of the film.

This is in a similar vein as two other sequences—sequences that, like the Judith Ivey moment, would probably be throwaways somewhere else—in the film. The first is the silent sequence as the soldiers listen to the radio the night before they land on Iwo Jima, and the second is a wordless sequence (with only the score on the soundtrack) showing Bradley surveying the cost of the battle as dead and wounded soldiers are brought back down to the beach. Again, these sequences feel like vintage Eastwood, not only in the way they avoid the modern urge in filmmaking to move at full speed from scene to scene, but in the way, in these brief scenes, everyone is equal. No one actor threatens to overtake the scenes—these scenes serve as a reminder that we’re all equal in the scheme of things.

Groups and Individuals

In the early pre-battle (as well as the bond drive) scenes, groups overwhelm individuals. The battle scenes invert this—the individuals are emphasized over the group. The battle scenes emphasize the small, individual moments—mostly scenes involving a soldier (or two) bogged down in a foxhole, just trying not to get shot.

The non-linear structure leads to a curious thing for a war film, to an almost radical inversion of the normal conventions of modern war movies: Eastwood lets us know early in the film who lives and who dies. Although it’s easy to overlook, Eastwood actually separates the Living from the Dead in the first two shots at Camp Tarawa—Bradley, Gagnon, and Hayes (the Living) are in the first shot, while Sousley, Strank, and Block (the Dead) are in the second shot. The following two scenes show the same things: Sousley and Block are the only two featured, followed by a scene where Gagnon and Bradley are the only two featured. Of course, someone unfamiliar with the story wouldn’t know this on first viewing, but we’re told early on that half of the men in the photograph died within a week; It is also further indicated that Iggy and Hank Hansen died. Eastwood clearly does not seem interested in using their fates to create suspense.


This leads to an unusual thing, something that may be unprecedented in mainstream war movies: Eastwood dispatches all of the secondary characters—five of the eight major characters who were introduced during training—during one disturbing montage, lasting less than ten minutes. (The more common approach—which Spielberg employed in Saving Private Ryan—is to start with the least known actor, working forward until the star dies in the climax.) Of all combat sequences, this is the only one that involves all eight soldiers (the group, rather than the individual(s) is emphasized here), and the way Eastwood eliminates them is something I’ve never seen before. It’s at this point that we should realize, if we haven’t already, that we aren’t watching a traditional war film.

This happens during the film’s centerpiece, as the survivors are planting a flag atop a papier-mâché platform at a football game in the States. (Was there a more subversive image than this in a mainstream American film in 2006?) Eastwood turns the raisng ceremony into a nightmarish sequence—keeping the frame close on the faces of Hayes, Bradley, and Gagnon, with the constant flashbulbs intentionally blurring the line between ceremony and battle. As they begin climbing atop the platform, Eastwood begins cutting back to Iwo. After the second flashback, it starts to become clear that something unusual is up. Eventually, we know what to expect. For a film where death has been kept as a fairly remote experience—with the exception of a brief sequence at the beginning, it’s mostly been limited to random bullets hitting random people during battle—suddenly death is all around, inescapable. When they finally reach the top, we hear that “Corpsman!” call coming from behind, and we realize that we are back where we started: The disappearance of Iggy.

One of the strongest aspects of the film is the fact that Iggy’s torture, death, and the subsequent discovery of his body is kept totally off screen. (The way Eastwood stages the discovery of Iggy’s corpse seems to be a reference to a similar scene in John Ford’s The Searchers.) This is also perhaps the most direct comment by Eastwood on contemporary war films. Eastwood understands that the full horror of Iggy’s death, and how it haunted John Bradley for the rest of his life, is something that anyone who’s never experienced combat can never understand, and that to show it would be gratuitous. We see the reaction, and that is enough. It makes for a heartbreaking moment as it is, and it is also an example of where so many other war films go wrong: Most war films are so hell-bent on trying to create the experience of combat so realistically and so vividly that they miss Sam Fuller’s statement that it is impossible for a film to accurately convey the combat experience to the audience unless the ushers shoot bullets at the audience members from the screen. Eastwood understands this, that some things are better left implied, rather than spelled out explicitly. This is also apparent in the battle scenes. Eastwood employs point of view shots mostly, but even though there are violent images, there seems to be a restraint to it. We see limbs, and even a decapitation, there seems to be something almost indescribably different about it, as if he isn't trying to just shock us with several horrible killings, like so many other war movies of late try to do.

In Million Dollar Baby, Eastwood’s final shot is cautiously hopeful—showing what appears to be Frankie in the diner that he and Maggie visited earlier in the film. But it is a typical Eastwood ending—leaving the audience wondering if the protagonist has really achieved closure. Shot through a smoky window, the audience can not really be sure that Frankie is the person we see in there. To the question of whether Frankie has been redeemed, the best answer we can give is “Maybe”; just as with William Munny, we wonder if Frankie Dunn can ever really be redeemed. Eastwood closes Flags of Our Fathers with as close to a happy ending as we can expect from him. The soldiers are allowed a brief respite from the battle, a swim in the ocean. Eventually, hesitantly, Phillippe’s Doc Bradley joins. At best, it’s happiness for a few minutes, but we know what follows. Iggy will soon be dead, the victim of unspeakable torture, Doc will soon be severely wounded, and the post-war rebuild looms. It makes for an overwhelmingly powerful moment, as we witness that brief moment of serenity. The final shot is classic Eastwood: a God’s-eye-view of the beach landscape of Iwo Jima. The men then fade into history—into mere symbols—as the image fades into an archival photo from the same point. The closing credits show photographs of the actual soldiers portrayed in the film, and photographs from the actual battle, and a line from Once Upon A Time In America comes to mind: “Memories are all we have left”.