Thursday, February 25, 2016

"Truth" & "The Martian" (Movie Reviews by Bob Racine)



                               Truth: 2 hrs & 1 min, color, 2015
                                Martian: 2 hrs & 10 min, 2015
                                               
Truth!  That is not a strange title for a story about the perils of journalism.  Facts as opposed to deception, facts as opposed to fiction, facts as opposed to pretense, facts as opposed to outright lying!  At the very minimum, it is the reporter’s job to disclose the verifiable news, to be accurate in every detail.  But there is another definition of this much repeated and respected word.  There is truth as a recognized principle at work in human discourse, or as a transcendent quality of human aspiration.  Truth that is ennobling and inviting but elusive, something to be striven for but impossible to bracket or encapsulate! 
                                               
There is nothing abstract about the specific body of fact with which this Sony release is concerned.  In 2004 CBS caused a scandal when it published supposedly incriminating information about the Vietnam War record of George W. Bush.  Did he pull strings to have himself given preferential treatment when he signed up with the Texas Air National Guard, later to shift to the Alabama Air National Guard?  Did he find a dishonest way to get out of combat?  Under the supervision of Dan Rather (played by Robert Redford) the allegation was made; for a spell the findings looked like a slam dunk expose of nefarious activity.  But the network ran into questions and objections from various quarters that cast doubt upon the accuracy of the report.  This was after the story aired on 60 Minutes. 
                                               
All those who were involved in the making of the report came under deadly fire once the seemingly air tight case fell apart.  Chief among the participants who suffered repercussions was a CBS journalist by the name of Mary Mapes (portrayed by Cate Blanchett).  A long time contributor to the network, she fell victim to an independent investigation.  The ordeal resulted in her being fired from the CBS staff and in Rather’s removal from the anchor position.  Professionally neither ever really recovered.  That much, as I have stated, is irrefutable fact.  What really happened among members of the military on Bush’s behalf during the Vietnam conflict remains a muddy question.
                                               
The affair is recreated with great dramatic punch by Director/Writer James Vanderbilt, who gets top quality performances out of his sizeable cast, in particular Blanchett, who in any film in which she appears can seemingly do no wrong.  I confess to being a fan of well made and explosive docudramas.  “The Insider” and “All the President’s Men” are two of my very favorites.  Those two classics covered a wide spectrum of investigation, and they depicted stories that the public had already digested through newspapers and coverage in all the media.  There is no use made of innuendo or hearsay.  The narratives already belonged to the viewers; all we craved from the film makers were the exciting particulars, blow by blow. 
                                               
“Truth” on the other hand suffers from trying to construct a scenario based upon only one primary source, and that is the memoir Mapes wrote and published a year after her dismissal, “Truth and Duty: The President and the Privilege of Power”.  It appears from circulated information that Vanderbilt bought into her claims and conclusions about the former President and set out apparently to clear her name and reputation.  This makes the film, despite its raw, bare knuckle treatment, somewhat slanted in its point of view.  There are many more voices and editorial treatments that could have been consulted.  Where is the objectivity that such a controversial subject about such an unsettled controversy calls for? 
                                               
I look for a docudrama not only to fill us in on what really happened but to point us toward questions and issues of timeless concern.  What kind of society are we?  How do we handle disclosures that challenge the claims we as a democracy make about standards of honesty to which we allegedly hold ourselves accountable? 
                                               
Mapes relayed the truth (that is, the facts) insofar as she perceived and understood it.  I am not demonizing her labors of love.  In fact, I get that her outright firing was rather unfair; what she created was not yellow journalism.  And the question of Bush’s culpability still lingers in the minds of political commentators.  Despite any misgivings I may have about the thoroughness of the film’s coverage, Blanchett’s dynamite performance makes it dramatically worth the viewer’s attention.  

                                               
There was a time when it would have been foolish to raise the question of what redeeming social value an outer space science fiction movie might possess.  When I was growing up they were little more than jerky make believe sideshows that existed for little more than the kid stuff at the Saturday matinees.  During my teen years they began to demonstrate some keenness of imagination and raise questions about the perils and the prospects of interplanetary travel, but they were still flimsy narratives pasted together by circus carnival showmanship.  Science had not yet caught up with the restless vision of the story tellers.  But then came “2001: A Space Odyssey” in the late 1960s, and space adventure on screen has never been the same since. 
                                               
That landmark production ushered in a no-nonsense approach to what was conceivable for the future; nothing since then has looked cheap and tacky, not even the Star Wars franchise.  And now we have a shrewd and fast-paced yarn set apparently in the late twenty-first century (though no year of speculation is ever given) after travel to the red planet has become feasible, with a portrayal of advanced technology that it requires a highly trained scientific mind to even grasp much less to follow. 
                                               
Matt Damon is an American astronaut unintentionally marooned on Mars by his space crew, who are sure he has been killed in, and buried by, a dust storm. 
                                               
Perhaps in my approach to the movie I got misdirected by expectation.  For months I waited to see what I thought would be a tale of personal survival.  I was prepared to see the struggle Damon goes through largely from his point of view.  What goes through a man’s mind, heart and soul when he has to live without human contact of any kind for what amounts to approximately a year and a half?  How does he cope with the problem of preserving life’s necessities, within only a limited time before not only his food and water but his oxygen supply are depleted?  I was prepared for a lot of flow of consciousness, as memories of his family are made vivid in flashback.  I was prepared for him to be accosted by nightmares and to demonstrate a goodly amount of near panic and maybe desperation as the day by day grind wears away at him.  I was expecting to be deeply embedded with him in every sense of the word.  But such was not the case.
                                               
The lengthy film is instead a depiction of an elaborate and almost fantastic rescue operation, as the officials at NASA and the crew of the ship debate different modus operandi for pulling off the stunt.  The screenplay keeps cutting us away from Damon and showing up in various places in the panoply of outer space engineering.  It escalates to a marvel of a climax, with little doubt left in the viewer’s mind as to the outcome.  But it turns out that the technology is the star of the film, a technology that is as foreign to my comprehension as an alien solar system.  The stranded astronaut gets what I consider the short end of the stick in the final analysis.    
                                               
Jessica Chastain does get in a few fine moments as the pilot of the rescue operation, who has made the original decision to blast off from the planet, assuming Damon to be dead.  After learning that he is still among the living she is driven by a feeling of guilt to be assuaged by nothing less than bringing him back into the arc of safety.   But even in her case character development is in short supply.  This is a plot driven film, technically proficient, with lots of momentum and kinetic energy, all under the directorial hand of veteran Ridley Scott and based on a novel by Andy Weir. That is probably enough to satisfy many unimpeachable tastes.


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