Friday, September 21, 2012

Witness (Movie Review)



                                             Witness
                               (1 hr & 52 min, color, 1985)

Who could imagine how the world of Amish country peace, piety and simplicity might become entangled with the virulent urban jungle that this devout, exclusive Christian sect would shun like an apocalyptic plague?  Screenwriters William Kelley and Pamela and Earl Wallace could, and did so with a very special skill and ingenuity, not to mention imagination, for this most singular achievement in suspense and heartfelt excitement.  Almost thirty years it has been around the Video/DVD circuit, and it has not dated in the slightest since its first theatrical screening.  The world it depicts could just as well be that of the twenty-first century, in which the endangerment of the innocent and vulnerable is almost daily reflected in the newspapers and on television news broadcasts. 

A seven-year-old Amish child, played by Lukas Haas, witnesses the murder of a police officer by two other officers and lands along with his mother Kelley McGillis, recently widowed, in the clutches of Homicide investigator Harrison Ford.  When Ford learns who the culprits are, he too is marked for assassination by the same parties along with the boy and his mother.  The killers’ attempt on Ford’s life leaves him wounded, and together with mother and child he slips out of town and takes hidden refuge within their Amish household.  There he is nursed through the crisis and upon recovery tries to provide protection for the whole Amish community, all of which is now in danger. 
    
The basic cultural disparity is as formidable a factor in the construction of this tale as are the evil doers.  Ford is magnificent as a man in travail amidst unfamiliar surroundings.  The film did much to establish him as a serious actor, something other than the handsome adventurer of the original “Star Wars” and the Indiana Jones series.  He portrays a man tarnished, deeply conflicted and vulnerable, not a smoothie macho protagonist.  McGillis is equally as cogent and evocative of internal as well as external fortitude               in the face of personal combat but also possessed of a lot of heart and soul.  This cop’s willingness to transform himself into a member of the village, however temporarily, is the basis for the film’s comedy.  It also calls forth McGillis’ lighter side and serves as the catalyst for their mutual passion and desire.  My only criticism is the length to which the writers take this mutual attraction.  I cannot quite buy it, not in these forbidding circumstances.  But I can appreciate the attraction and its complicating impact.  They are quite beautiful people.   

Any movie lovers now under the age of thirty would be doing themselves a huge favor to screen it.  It wields an emotional clout that is irresistible and has an ennobling effect upon all the heroic characters it portrays and by inference upon all of us who champion social justice, sanity and personal integrity.  And it is quite entertaining to boot.  Comedy and drama make good compatible partners all through the footage, from start to finish.  That this is achieved with a deadly threat hanging over the heads of all the principle personae, from early on until the explosive climax, is no small wonder.  And what an explosive denouement it is!  Explosive and downright frightening!  But after the last tense moment has passed, the material should go down quite pleasantly, thanks in part to a beautiful score by Maurice Jarre, especially the theme he wrote for the barn raising scene. 

Peter Weir is the director, a gifted Australian who has been doing top notch work on the screen for almost four decades.  (Check out “The Truman Show,” “Dead Poets Society” and “The Year of Living Dangerously.”)  Edward S. Feldman produced.  And not surprisingly it can be rented from Netflix.     
                                                                                                                                                          
I close with a quotation from the dialogue.  Whether or not the screenplay authors made it up or got it from another source I have no way of knowing short of meeting up with them in person and asking them.  I will not reveal which character says it or to whom or why, because it could have been uttered by anybody anywhere at any time in a moment of deep insight: “What you take into your hands you take into your heart.”  Something to ponder, eh!


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