God, Generals and Ted Turner
Michael Medved
Posted: February 21, 2003
1:00 a.m. Eastern
© 2003 www.WorldNetDaily.com
Dear Ted Turner,
At this advanced stage of your long and complicated career you have finally
crossed the line making a contribution to your country and its culture so
unequivocally positive and powerful that every American, regardless of political
perspective, owes you a debt of gratitude.
No matter how one feels about your creation of CNN, your donation of a billion
dollars to the UN, your marriage to Jane Fonda, your operation of the Atlanta
Braves, your divorce from Jane Fonda, your dismissal of Christianity as "a
religion for losers," your bison ranching, your yachting, or your fanatical feud
with Rupert Murdoch, you have now performed a massive good deed that should
provoke universal appreciation.
Not that "Gods and Generals" produced due to your singular determination and
generosity constitutes a perfect film; many commentators, especially among
your politically correct pals, will no doubt find fault with it for a portrayal
of the War Between the States that aims for truth rather than trendiness.
Nevertheless, your personal investment of some $80 million in a project of such
audacious ambition has resulted in a major movie miracle. I've been reviewing
movies for 23 years now (having started at CNN, in fact) and I've never before
sat spellbound for nearly four hours (the film runs more than three hours and 40
minutes, with an intermission) wishing, at the end, that this heroic movie had
gone on even longer.
Despite the epic scale of this effort, director-writer Ron Maxwell reached the
right decision in making no attempt for comprehensive coverage of the period he
illuminates. The movie begins in April, 1861, and concludes 25 months later,
making no reference to epic battles like Antietam or the Peninsula Campaign, or
to important personalities like McClellan, Winfield Scott, Halleck or Fremont.
Even though Maxwell focuses most of his attention on the single fascinating
figure of "Stonewall" Jackson, he never portrays that general's most astonishing
triumph the breathtakingly brilliant Shenandoah Valley Campaign in the Spring
of 1862, still studied today as an example of inspired leadership and masterful
tactics. Maxwell chooses to concentrate on the general's human qualities rather
than his undeniable military genius, and the result is a film that should appeal
to women as much as men, to history fanatics as well as those who don't know the
difference between Bull Run and Valley Forge.
Stephen Lang plays General Jackson with such startling authority and vitality
that if there is any justice at all in Hollywood (a dubious proposition), he
will receive a Best Actor Oscar nomination next year. The amazing element in
this utterly riveting characterization is its balance and complexity: Lang's
Jackson is simultaneously fierce and tender, spiritual and practical, petty and
magnanimous, eccentric, implacable and incomparably charismatic. The physical
resemblance to the historic Stonewall is uncanny, even eerie complete with the
blazing blue eyes that led his men to nickname him "Old Blue Light."
Robert Duvall similarly shines as Robert E. Lee, bringing to crackling life the
dignity, poetry and ruthless edge of this legendary commander. Duvall takes over
the role from Martin Sheen (of all people) who proved adequate but uninspired in
Ron Maxwell's previous battlefield spectacular, "Gettysburg" (1993). Sheen's Lee
seemed dreamy, almost effete, and much too kindly; Duvall's "Marse Robert" comes
across (accurately) as an altogether more formidable customer.
In every way, "Gods and Generals" shows quantum improvements over "Gettysburg"
reflecting the vastly larger budget which your commitment made possible, Mr.
Turner. The false beards and over-fed re-enactors that proved seriously
distracting last time have been replaced by impeccable art direction, costumes,
make-up and sets. The result, with the sweeping depiction of three crucial
battles (First Bull Run, Fredricksburg and Chancellorsville, all filmed on the
actual battlefields), ranks with "Alexander Nevsky," the Soviet "War and Peace,"
and "Saving Private Ryan" in terms of thrilling immediacy. One particularly
moving sequence involves Meagher's Irish regiment charging for the Union up
Marye's Heights at Fredericksburg, only to run directly into a Confederate Irish
regiment, greeting them with recognition, tears, cheers, and deadly, withering
fire.
With its emphasis on Jackson, including his moving friendship with a
5-year-old-girl during the Christmas season break in the fighting in 1862, "Gods
and Generals" will undoubtedly draw criticism for its sympathetic treatment of
the Confederate cause. In fact, Maxwell's four hours of cinema provide a richer
understanding of Southern motivation and passions than Ken Burns ever did in his
hours and hours of gripping documentary on PBS. Looking down at the town of
Fredericksburg, Virginia, just before the battle, Maxwell provides a stunningly
effective speech for Robert E. Lee, as he recalls that he met his wife in that
very village. "It's something these Yankees do not understand," he says, "will
never understand. Rivers, hills, valleys, fields, even towns. To those people
they're just markings on a map from the war office in Washington. To us, they're
birthplaces and burial grounds, they're battlefields where our ancestors fought.
They're places where we learned to walk, to talk, to pray.
They're the
incarnation of all our memories and all that we love."
Maxwell treats his Union characters with less love, even while making clear
their moral superiority on the issue of slavery.
Jeff Daniels returns to play Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain, the Maine college
professor who became one of the major heroes at Gettysburg. Though the events of
"Gods and Generals" precede the struggle in "Gettysburg," Jeff Daniels looks
unmistakably, distractingly older this time showing the passage of 10 years.
Maxwell also gives him a big moment before the Federal charge at Fredericksburg
in which he recites the timeless words of Julius Caesar to inspire his men. The
historical Chamberlain might well have delivered such a speech, but the hammy,
lengthy, Latinate, declamation fizzles on screen. The heavy, intrusive and
occasionally lumpish musical score by Randy Edelman and John Frizzell works
poorly for this sequence, and other key moments in the movie.
Nevertheless, "Gods and Generals" inflames the imagination and inspires the soul
never more than in its frank, friendly treatment of the deep religiosity of
men on both sides. The compassionate re-creation of so many vivid, decent
characters never apologizes the paradox that soldiers in both blue and gray
remained convinced that they served the Almighty's will in battle; Maxwell
allows us to believe that both sides may have been right.
Small moments provide some of the movie's richest gifts: with Jackson and other
officers singing "Silent Night" at a Christmas party while Stonewall yearns to
see the newborn daughter he has never met; a Rebel and a Yankee walking on
stones to the middle of a river, to trade tobacco for coffee and to pass a few
peaceful moments; Joshua Lawrence Chamberlain explaining to his distraught wife
(superbly played by Mira Sorvino) why he feels compelled to risk his life far
from home; Lee declining to visit the wounded, dying Jackson, as if this refusal
will force his indispensable lieutenant to a miraculous recovery.
There's also a fine moment, Mr. Turner, when your smiling face appears for a few
seconds along with other Confederate officers listening to a spirited rendition
of the music hall favorite, "The Bonny Blue Flag."
"We are a band of brothers, and native to the soil," sing these sons of the
South, and that sense of regional pride, loyalty to hearth and home, permeates
this remarkable and richly rewarding movie.
Even those who have criticized you in the past, Mr. Turner, should recognize
that with this film you've raised your own Bonny Blue Flag and challenged other
Americans of wealth and influence to follow your example. Focus groups and
market studies would have tried to discourage you from investing $80 million in
a strikingly intelligent four-hour spectacle that never stoops to score cheap
political points or conform to current fashion by showing the Confederates as
redneck Nazis, or providing a one-dimensional focus on slavery as the only issue
in the war.
Any consumers of pop culture who long for more ambition and substance in
American entertainment must rush to see this movie; in fact, to show support for
bold new directions in cinema, you should see it several times. If this film
succeeds beyond expectations it will send powerful messages to the gatekeepers
in show business, encouraging a new emphasis on juicy, accurate historical and,
yes, religious content.
This movie, in fact, could amount to a turning of the tide in the ongoing battle
to enrich and uplift the culture. If that occurs, we must thank God and two
generals: Ron Maxwell, and that unlikely leader for the cause of the angels, Ted
Turner. As in any great battle, deliverance can come from an unexpected source.
Thank you, Mr. Turner, and I wish you great success with your courageous effort.
FOUR STARS. Rated PG-13, for some intense battlefield violence.
Michael Medved hosts a nationally syndicated daily radio show focusing on the
intersection of politics and pop culture. He's the author of eight non-fiction
books.