WARHORSE
Of course one of the snags of not watching a film when it comes
out but waiting for it's release to TV is that one misses the collective
hullabaloo and fuss about it's release but this past weekend I watched Warhorse
(2011) for the first time and there are a number of things I should add before
getting to the grist for this particular mill. I am in awe not to say phobic of
horses and I was in awe of my grandfather also, though not phobic about him (!)
who was with the RFA in the First World War, a ‘driver’ in fact, so in charge
of the horses. It I s this fact that caused me to want to watch it. I am also
mindful that the terrestrial TV companies have shown Warhorse in the 100th
anniversary year of the Great War, you know the one they called the War to End All
Wars, so it is right and proper that due reverence and respect be paid to this
context.
However I cannot tell you quite how terribly disappointed I am in
this cloying lachrymose sentimental pile of steaming tosh. It is a disaster of
gargantuan proportions to me if only because of its manipulative schmaltz and
sickly maudlin clumsiness and I tried to find a review that summarised my
feelings to check whether I was so far out of kilter with everyone else
especially by finding it quite so old fashioned. The only reviews I found that
came close were from the Independent and the Guardian’s P Bradshaw, which is
interesting if only because they are the two papers I am most given to read the
rest being largely Murdoch, appropriated chip paper. Although I confess also to
being somewhat surprised to find Kermode defending it in his DVD round up of
the year. I admire him but disappointed to discover we do not always agree.
Firstly Spielberg has excelled himself in the vision of the piece
and some have called it beautiful but to me it is overblown and Disneyfied to
the point of almost seeming ersatz and sickly. I for one found it unnatural to
the point of almost extreme surrealism and so fake throughout as to be almost
like watching a cartoon. It is as if dipped in honey or butterscotch almost
throughout, there seem the no greys or blues but an overriding hue of orange
and golden browns the closing scene especially is hilarious if it weren't so
clichéd and saccharine sweet. No English landscape ever looked like this, like
Gone With The Wind under LSD!
The whole temperature of the film is fake; there is not one single
landscape that doesn't strike one as false from the English farm chosen and the
ploughing of the unploughable field with the laughable splitting of the rock to
the carefully manicured landscapes of France. All strike me as false and fake
and Hollywoodised and this takes some doing as they were apparently shot in
authentic places. How DOES Spielberg do that? It is as if they have been
sanitised and made acceptable to Disney standards. As if they have CGI’d the
whole thing but apparently Spielberg in ‘not doing a war film’ apparently, felt
especially proud that he hadn’t used ANY!? Some of that guilt must lie with the
DoP Janusz Kaminski who claims to be unaware of the ending of Gone With The
Wind ad it’s similarities which would worry me were I a producer. How can
anyone NOT be aware of the coincidence and what the history of his subject
looked like!? There are parallels with many old fashioned films like A Quiet
Man for example but to not be aware of one of the all time standard classics
stuck me as worrying!
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| Warhorse the closing clip |
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| Gone With The Wind |
Quite how Spielberg justified his thinking that he has doesn’t
think he has made war film is almost beneath contempt if not extremely perverse
and disingenuous. It is patently NOT merely a tale of love between a boy and
his horse otherwise the points about the machine
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| the German deserter boys are discovered |
gun ending the reign of the
cavalry and especially the scenes shot in France from the sickly Grandfather
and Emilie to the discreet shooting behind the windmill sail of the two under
age deserters to the finale with Joey the horse in No-man’s Land. BTW who calls
a horse ‘Joey’? That’ s a name perversely chosen to irritate, as everyone knows
Budgerigars are called Joey and horses are called Ned (I'm joking here of course but it did strike me as amongst the most anodyne of names to choose for something as butch as a war-horse)
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| Joey jumps! |
More there
is the writing and we have a number on the team but quite why they thought they
needed the light comic touch of Richard Curtis amongst others to join forces
and make this even more trite and ersatz than it may have been from M Malpurgo's
original book for 9 year olds, I won't know now as this film has certainly put
me off ever reading it. Not enough jokes about pants, duck faced gals or big titties!?
Ironically he worked on Blackadder, which had a far more potent point about the
war than any here. There simply are so many lumps and bumps and errors and
poorly written parts of this script that I almost do to know where to begin.
The whole story is told in clumsy sections and not one cohesive whole but
rather several distinct disappointing episodic chunks that clunk and bang
against each other so that one could be forgiven for thinking we watched
several different films!
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preposterous and historically innacccurate
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| Emily Watson |
The casting
if superb features personal heroes like Peter Mullan, Tom Hiddleston, Emily
Watson, Benedict Cumberbatch, David Thewlis, and Eddie Marsan and the rest of
the company are almost entirely wasted here. Making it even more difficult to
watch as so many great talents here are left to flounder. Anther hero actor in
Liam Cunningham has a bit part that required such a faux posh accent it is
positively hilarious even jarring. I can only assume he was given such little
time to develop anything approaching a part that the stiff upper lip accent was
left to struggle there. There is no time to build any character or human
interaction other than cliché and parody. The drinker/alcoholic father so fat
headed he over bids on a thoroughbred horse rather than a plough horse is
hilarious were it not so pathetically clichéd and contrived. The stoic little
woman begrudgingly putting up with the choices of her men folk is palpably
laughable In this day and age for a character of two dimensions. As for
accuracy of detail a Frenchman so in love with his now deceased daughter,
Emilie, he traverses France to pay £100 for a horse which he then immediately
gives away back to it’s owner without accepting the offer of any money in
exchange is hilarious and would be funny if it hadn’t been such a saccharine
sentimental cliché.
This is
Spielberg making a film for Disney with all the worst implications of that
unhealthy alliance. Vacuous facile clumsy and trite. This is nowhere near
Spielberg’s best. I am thinking ‘Saving Private Ryan’ or even ‘ET’ here. It is
patronising to children n in my opinion the very worst of assuming you know
what children can and cannot cope with. I do so hope the same is not true of
the book.
