Steven Spielberg's 'War Horse'STEVEN D. GREYDANUS
If The Adventures of Tintin harkens back to Spielberg's Raiders for inspiration, one could look for precedents for War Horse in E.T. and Saving Private Ryan.
Like Australia, War Horse combines the rugged, sprawling beauty of a classic Western with epic wartime saga. Based on the 1982 children's novel by British author Michael Morpurgo as well as the award-winning 2007 stage play, War Horse is a World War I-era tale about an English farm lad named Albert (Jeremy Irvine) who forms a powerful bond with a Thoroughbred horse named Joey that his erratic father Ted (Peter Mullan) impulsively buys at auction.
The family can't afford such a fancy animal, and Joey isn't the right sort of animal for farm labor anyway — but Albert's determination and the horse's heart overcome formidable obstacles, and for awhile the future looks brighter. But then Albert's father is obliged to sell Joey to a British officer heading overseas, and Albert, not yet old enough to volunteer, is parted from his beloved beast.
The handling of this episode is typical of one of the aspects of War Horse I most appreciate. When an upper-class British officer takes a poor farm boy's beloved horse, convention dictates that the officer be arrogant, cruel, or at least indifferent to the boy's pain. Instead, this officer is an utterly decent and sensitive chap — one who apologizes to the boy, acknowledges that the horse is worth far more than he's able to pay, and gives his word to give the horse back upon his return if he is able to do so.
Although it's probably no spoiler to say that the officer's promise doesn't pan out, he does prove his good intentions by going above and beyond the call of duty to keep the boy apprised of Joey's condition. This is typical of the film's humanism, which extends also to Germans, both officers and young boys in uniform.
The first World War was a fairly pointless war, but War Horse honors the way that men on all sides shared a common commitment to the same rules of engagement, and a common humanity deeper than their political and military cross purposes. Not that there isn't brutality and horror too — both toward humans and toward animals — though not necessarily too intensely depicted for children who have reached double digits. Still, War Horse doesn't reduce men, or war, to the lowest common denominator.
There is a wonderful scene, reminiscent of the 1914 Christmas truce depicted in Joyeux Noel, in which soldiers on opposite sides must come together for a common humanitarian purpose. What is wonderful about the scene is not only why they come together, but how they interact. Even more moving is a later scene in which a supporting character who has almost as much reason to love Joey as Albert makes a supremely difficult sacrifice, one that costs him in a way even more than Albert giving up Joey.
Likewise, I appreciate the loyalty mixed with the fury of Joey's mother Rose (Emily Watson) at her weak, drink-prone husband Ted. Though she rightly blames him for bringing the family to the brink of ruin, she simultaneously defends him to their son, putting her husband's weakness in the context of the horrors he faced in the Boer War, and the strength he has shown in not breaking completely. Rose's response to her husband, when he shamefacedly confesses his fear of the day when she will no longer love him, is one of the most beautiful and terrible things I've ever heard: "I may hate you more," she tells him, "but I'll never love you less."
For all its gorgeous cinematography and humane themes, War Horse isn't entirely satisfying. The novel told the story from Joey's point of view. A writer can take us inside an animal's head; a live-action film can't do that (except through voiceovers, a risky move). Spielberg doesn't try. Joey is a magnificent, intelligent animal (a little too intelligent at times, as when he comes to the aid of another horse with whom he has bonded), but in the end his liquid gaze is as impenetrable as any animal. We can feel for him, but he doesn't provide the emotional center that a human protagonist would do.
Somehow, though, the sum of the parts are more than the whole. I appreciate the film for its bits and pieces, and for its consummate craft. It is a film of a kind we don't see any more, that it would be good to see more of.
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THE AUTHORThe Decent Films Guide is the online home of the film writing of Steven D. Greydanus. Steven is film critic for the National Catholic Register and writes regularly for Christianity Today, Catholic World Report and other venues. He is a member of Online Film Critics Society.
Steven has contributed several entries to the New Catholic Encyclopedia, including "The Church and Film" and a number of filmmaker biographies. He has also written about film for the Encyclopedia of Catholic Social Thought, Social Science, and Social Policy. His work has appeared in Image Journal, Our Sunday Visitor, This Rock and elsewhere. He has also written for the Office of Film and Broadcasting of the United States Conference of Catholic Bishops and EWTN.com. Steven co-hosts the cable TV show "Reel Faith" (NET TV) with former USCCB critic David DiCerto. Steven also appears weekly on "Morning Air" with Sean Herriott and the "Son Rise Morning Show" with Brian Patrick. He is a regular guest on Kresta in the Afternoon and "Catholic Answers Live", and has contributed periodically to "Life on the Rock" on EWTN television.
He lives in New Jersey with his wife Suzanne and their six children.
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