Recently, Terrence Malick has been putting out new movies every year or two instead of every decade or so. But that doesn’t mean he’s rushing these newer projects. Case in point: His documentary Voyage of Time has been brewing for several years already, with Brad Pittrevealed as the narrator all the way back in 2009.
Now, as the film inches closer to theaters, Malick’s added another big name to the cast. Cate Blanchett will also lend her voice to the movie, which does nothing less than attempt to cover “the whole of time.” No wonder Pitt needed the help. Hit the jump for the latest details on this long-simmering film.
This friday Agnieszka Holland’s In Darkness opens in New York and Los Angeles. It ought to have a decent run at art houses in select cities after that, particularly if it wins the Academy Award for Best Foreign Language Film this year. (If anything is poised to upset A Separation, it’s this one.)
In In Darkness, Holland, director of Europa, Europa and a few key episodes of The Wire, tells a fascinating true story of a group of Polish Jews who survived for over one year in a city’s sewer system. In the press notes she commented that, just when we thought we’d heard all the World War II stories, she discovered this one. It got me thinking that, yes, not only are there a number of great World War II stories out there that haven’t been told, there are already so many that deserve to be rediscovered by a new audience.
So, with that, let’s set the way-back machine to the madness of mid-century and check out some tremendous art that grew from tragedy.
We’ll kick this one off with one of the most depressing and difficult to watch movies I’ve ever seen.
For those that felt Schindler’s List candy-coated the horrors of the Nazi extermination camps, I offer The Grey Zone. No narrative film has more directly detailed the functions and living conditions at Auschwitz as Tim Blake Nelson’s story of a rebellious group of Sonderkommando. The Sonderkommando, if you don’t know, were the groups of healthy, young Jews who were kept alive and forced to aid the the machinery of death at the camp. Yeah, pretty bleak stuff.
The story of this impossible revolt (and there were others – check out Jean-Francois Steiner’s book Treblinka for a similar tale) is a fascinating portrait of bravery in the face of insurmountable odds and absolute evil.
Hope and Glory (1987); John Boorman, director
Okay, we need to lighten up a little bit, and quick.
Hope and Glory is told from the point of view of a ten year old boy who, despite a vague understanding of distant suffering, thinks World War II is the greatest thing that ever happened to him. School is constantly cancelled, the London blitz offers new destroyed houses to stomp around in and he gets to spend some nights sleeping in the subway station.
It’s hard to make the war seem fun without being flip but Boorman’s quasi-autobiographical tale does the trick. It features a wide and wonderful cast of characters, the full tapestry of British society that held that country together. Among my favorites, the men rejected by the fighting army but relegated to the secretarial pool, puffing their chests and reminding themselves that “we’re typing for England!”
The Best Years of Our Lives (1946); William Wyler, director
After the bullets fly and the flags are planted, the war still rages within the minds of the men who fought it.
Best Picture winner The Best Years of Our Lives was one of the first American films that showed the psychological damage done not only on the battlefield, but on the homefront as well.
Three men of different social classes meet after the war on their way back to a fictional midwestern city. Each finds it difficult to reintegrate into their previous lives. There’s drinking, flashbacks, marital regret, love affairs and adjustments to physical handicaps. The Best Years of Our Lives is basically soap opera, but it is striking to see such issues framed in the conventions of 1940s cinema.
The Best Years of Our Lives won a whole slew of awards, including a Best Supporting nod for “non-actor” Harold Russell, a war veteran who lost both of his hands. Don’t judge this movie too harshly by the clip shown above (one of the few I could find.) Once you get into it, it really is quite good.
Stalingrad (1993); Joseph Vilsmaier, director
Okay, back to the action.
It was Wolfgang Peterson’s 1981 masterpiece Das Boot that made it “okay” to root for Germans in a World War II film provided that a) we were on the side of simple soldiers caught up in the larger machinations of war and b) lots of Germans died. Stalingrad takes this formula and runs it head-on into the ice cold hell that was the Battle of Stalingrad.
Joseph Vilsmaier’s epic features sieges, tank battles, the horrors of penal colonies, assaults on civilians, survivalism and an examination of loyalty versus common sense. There were 260,000 men in Germany’s 6th Army who went to Stalingrad. 6000 returned.
This week, David Chen, Devindra Hardawar and Adam Quigley reflect on Jon Favreau’s decision not to direct the next Iron Man, wonder how much The Tree of Life has in common with The Fountain, and ponder the unnecessaryness of sequels for Shakespeare in Love, Bad Santa, and Rounders. Special guest Annalee Newitz joins us from io9.
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