It neighs, heroically ploughs the field, knows how to
communicate with other horses and it even brings peace for a day between the
German and English camps on the fronts of World War I. But what the titled
horse from War Horse cannot do is to
make its whereabouts worthy of a 2 ½ hours cinematic spectacle.
Spielberg not only proves with his latest film how much he
lost touch with reality, but he also demonstrates his cockiness in how little he
cares to acknowledge that we don’t live in the year 1950 anymore. The film
reminds me of the Lassie series emphasising on all tediousness and
banalities of the genre. It tells a story of a boy who feels a profound bond with his
horse and not even war can change these feelings and separate these two
characters. With its over the top music score and awfully brushed
cinematography War Horse runs in the
same category as Gone with the wind
once did. The problem is, Scarlet O’Hara was turned into a horse and Spielberg
deludes himself assuming that people who live in the age of facebook still
care to sit through a melodramatic fairy tale of such grand proportions.
Yet many reviews of the film show that there are a lot of
people who still truly enjoyed the spectacle. My guess is that the name ‘Spielberg’
did something to their receptoral capabilities. As if the grand master who
once directed Jaws was beyond any form
of criticism. The critics’ conformism when it comes to challenging the director
of E.T. is staggering to say the
least. But perhaps I am wrong. Perhaps there are indeed many animal lovers out
there who feel the unfathomable need for a rebirth of the dull storytelling of
pre-1960’s Hollywood. If so, my sincerest apology to all of you.
But I like to think that this aesthetic experiment with War Horse is Spielberg’s practical joke.
He is testing his audiences on the amount of crap they are willing to swallow if
spoon-fed by the lord and master who once brought them Jurassic Park. If that’s the case – bravo Mr Spielberg, bravo! It looks like you
fooled them all!
100% Agree.
ReplyDeleteAfter seeing it I was shocked by all the complete arse lickery being commited by critics and film mags towards Spielberg saying how brilliant War Horse is...whereas all I got out of it was a record amount of yawns in the space of 2 1/2 hours.
I guess yawning in itself isn't necessarily an indication of a, lets put it bluntly, shit film. There is a fair amount of good cinema out there that might seem dreary at first, but pays off in the end. Well, Mr Spielberg's latest offspring is *not* one of these films...
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