Review of 1917 (2020)

Review of 1917

A Good Film of the Great War

“I believe that perfection handicaps cinema”

Jean Renoir, director of La Grande Illusion

“The hero is commonly the simplest and obscurest of men ”

Henry David Thoreau

“We are not youth any longer. We don’t want to take the world by storm. We are fleeing from ourselves, from our life. We were eighteen and had begun to love life and the world; and we had to shoot it to pieces.”

Erich Marie Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front

Sam Mendes’ 1917 was inspired by his grandfather’s experience as a front line soldier in World War I. Artistically this is both the film’s strength and weakness. The emotional bond to the material parallels the storyline. A brother seeking to save his brother from certain peril embarks on a seemingly suicidal mission. The military planners knew no soldier in their right mind would stay the course unless he had his family’s blood on the line. In the end the brass might view the result as favorable, but the brothers’ might see a pyrrhic victory. Artistically the same might be said of Mendes. No doubt the result is impressive, but did the director’s family allegiance blur his vision?

Subverting expectations drives the script which is wholly appropriate for a film about WW I, “the war to end all wars.” Seasoned military leaders thought the fighting would cease in a matter of weeks and deployed cavalry horses. The war ground on for nearly half a decade with trenches of soldiers obliterating each other with newly designed airplanes, tanks, flamethrowers and chemical weapons in a macabre stalemate. Mendes’ heroes, two infantrymen, are tasked with the impossible: a critical trek across enemy lines at the height of conflict to deliver a message to save a battalion of soldiers (1600) entering enemy territory.

Rather than raging machine guns, they are met with eerie silence and a vast apocalyptic landscape of carnage evoking Goya’s prints of dismembered bodies in The Disasters of War. In real life the ferocity of the battle can be illustrated by the present day Zone Rouge. This is a 500 square mile area in France that is STILL uninhabitable due to the munitions used in this conflict. While traversing this end-of-days backdrop the audience experiences the metaphorical landmines of unexpected plot twists just at the moment of repose. Our heroes discover the booby trap in the tunnel before it’s too late, then calamity strikes. They take a respite on a peaceful farm, then the unthinkable occurs. The unconvinced follower morphs into the committed leader. The refugee mother and child, are unrelated. The waters’ calm in the heretofore raging river reveals, a pile of corpses. Nothing is settled. The audience must keenly study the rubble for clues knowing they can never anticipate the reveal.

Kudos to Mendes for meticulous attention to detail. The film creates an endless meandering journey though miles and miles and miles of trenches, mess tents, holding areas, battlefield ruins, abandoned buildings, blown-up infrastructure, sylvan farms, orchards…. All is presented with the smooth glide of cameras that following everything in real time. The entire action is revealed in less than a day with a cast of hundreds of English & German soldiers and civilians caught in the middle. The expertise in World War I is twinned with a knowledge of cinematic history. Mendes applies the technique forged by Hitchcock’s Rope, a virtual one take movie, into the battle arena. There a myriad of references to other war classics such as the trench scenes in All Quiet on the Western Front, the river sequence in An Occurrence At Owl Creek Bridge and the singing sequence in Kubrick’s Paths of Glory.Perhaps this last reference best illustrates a shortfall in this otherwise outstanding film.

One of our heroes comes across soldiers in the woods listening to an angelic singer. The troops are about to be led into a disastrous battle and Mendes’ presents a moment of pure innocence. The voice of God temporarily pushes back the gates of hell. Compare this with the closing Kubrick’s masterpiece where a young German girl is dragged up in front of a drunken hall of French soldiers who cat-call her into performing. They are also on the cusp of battle and demand some raucous entertainment. The young women quietly starts to sing, it is barely a whisper. The crowd quiets. The men slowly morph into lonely lost boys. The yearning for bawdy sex is swept away by the sweet soothing melody. It takes the soldiers back to their lives before when they were sons, husbands and brothers. The dogs of war are tamed. There isn’t a dry eye in the house as they quietly prepare to return to hell. Mendes’ song was beautifully rendered and wonderfully portrayed but it was merely tender. We were pulled into the beauty amidst the hell-scape, but never lifted to heaven.

1917, despite its mind-blowing acting, direction and set design, fails to cross the into the sublime. Of course there are searing moments of horror and compassion but the protagonists are chained to the majesty of the moment. Strangely their status is anchored in their goodness. The central characters of other war classics follow the dictates of battle and engage in what civilians would consider immoral behavior. The central figure in All Quiet on the Wester Front kills a soldier in an offensive maneuver with his bare hands. Kubrick’s Col Dax executes the innocents. Renoir’s Rauffenstein kills his beloved French prisoner. Mendes’ heroes never commit the sins of war. The soldier who lies peacefully in the field in the opening and ending sequence of 1917 is more scarred, more experienced, but unsullied. The changes relate to acquisition of wisdom, rather than regrets. He will probably cherish holding this medal, unlike is badge from Verdun. Despite the unworldly, terrifying journey through the 9th circles of hell, his saintliness remains intact. Even after witnessing the death of a beloved friend he never engages in retribution. He is given ample opportunity but he chooses not to kill, even going so far as to avoid shooting an enemy soldier whom he encounters in a dark, barren cityscape. This is admirable and surely speaks to the beloved grandfather whom Mendes rightly honors. Perhaps, from an artistic perspective, a major thematic subversion of expectations was in order. Maybe the protagonists could have exhibited a chink in their moral armor. There are many cowboys with white hats, but people remember the one who wears a mask.

Mendes beautifully illustrates the evil nature of war. His exacting gaze showed us honorable men doing their best in conditions beyond our darkest imaginings. But strangely our heroes are impervious to the temptation in a land that has renounced all semblance of humanity. It is a journey of white knights on a quest. They give comfort to the enemy, endure the contumely of their superiors and even give sustenance to the innocents. It is both electrifying and inspiring, to a fault. It will bring tears in the theater, but maybe not in reflection in the following days. It is an excellent film, but misses greatness. Strangely heroes with less inspiration can be more inspiring. The evil of war isn’t born of devils, but angels who have fallen. The journey was captivating beyond all imagining, but in a worldly manner. We all know that gold doesn’t rust. But war should remind us of the possibility that it can. What if the friend wantonly killed others in revenge? What if cowardliness took hold? What if the brother blamed the friend? Your grandfather would never believe it, but this is when it is important to politely smile and say, “you wouldn’t, but others might.” In truth the elder Mendes might nod with a knowing glance. It took him decades to breach the subject of the physical horror, perhaps others moral decay should stay on the battlefield. The director gives a celebration of righteousness. He does his family proud. But maybe that is only part of the larger story of war. Just look at the faces of the soldiers as they sing along with the German maiden in Paths of Glory. They join and hum as they recognize her as more than the enemy. In Mendes recreation everyone sits in silent adoration. The voice is untouchable, angelic; maybe too much so. Perhaps a soulful visit in the other side must be part of the journey. Heavenly beings deserve our admiration but they shouldn’t mask a disquieting truth: good men can do bad things. Just ask the ghosts in the Zone Rogue.