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U-571
The
Sub Goes Deep, the Movie Does Not
By
Keith R. Higgons
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Well kids, Hollywood has yet again sunk a filmmaker with potential.
U-571 writer/director Jonathan Mostow wrote and directed
the 1997 Kurt Russell hit Breakdown, an exciting and suspenseful
film. His follow-up is this year's U-571, a severe disappointment
from a filmmaker who showed such promise only three years ago.
U-571 has an able cast: Matthew McConaughey, Harvey Keitel
(we're in luck: no full frontal shots this time), Bill Paxton, T.C.
Carson, and Jake Weber. Sadly, Bill Paxton is stiffer than a two-by-four
in this role, and whoever decided to cast Jon Bon Jovi should be
whacked with a very stiff two-by-four indeed. There's a supporting
cast, too. They'd be right at home on "Dawson's Creek."
The film also has an able crew: Mostow, director of photography
Oliver Wood (Face/Off), and production designers William
Ladd Skinner (12 Monkeys) and Gotz Weidner (The Never
Ending Story 2). So what's the problem? Simply put, the script.
Mostow, his Breakdown co-writer Sam Montgomery, and retired
Navy officer David Ayer wrote U-571. Perhaps it was a case of too
many cooks spoiling the broth. Then again, since Mostow and Montgomery
gave us Breakdown, perhaps the problem was hiring a retired
military officer as a screenwriter instead of, say, a technical
advisor. The story these men created is contrived, boring, and horribly
clichéd. We meet our protagonists, who are on a secret mission to
capture a stranded German sub. On board the sub is the mysterious
Enigma machine, a valuable top-secret coding device. The good guys
need the Enigma so they can, you know, stop losing the war.
Although solid effects technology was used freely, apparently solid
storytelling and dialogue got shelved. Who could forget such lines
as "She's old, but she'll hold!" and "Please don't tell the other
guys I'm half German. They'd hate me!" (This particular line, incidentally,
is spoken by radio Ensign Wentz. Apparently the other guys have
been assuming 'Wentz' is Canadian.) In addition to stale dialogue,
we are given heaping helpings of creaky war-movie tropes: the sub
dives beyond its capability, bolts fly around as a result of the
pressure, and of course there are plenty of leaky and rusty pipes.
Watching U-571, you always know where it is headed, even
when you stop caring. If you want to see by-the-book linear filmmaking,
here it is. And if you want to make a simple, linear film, go right
ahead - just give me some characters I'll want to watch. In U-571,
none of the characters are developed enough to make me care about
them. Like the lines they speak, they come across as hastily-sketched
clichés. You've got the street kid, the newlywed, the naïve one,
and of course the token black guy (in what is essentially a servant's
role).
The action is really the only thing worth watching, as it provided
all of the suspense. That's faint praise, though, because in my
book action movies work best when you have action, story, and characters.
U-571 has the action and that is all. I felt nothing for
the characters as they were going through their mission, although
I must admit it was sorta fun to see Jon Bon Jovi get his head blown
off.
So is U-571 a total waste? Well, it does have great action
sequences, which is a cardinal rule of formulaic blockbuster action
movies. It also has pretty faces, which is another essential component
of a seat-filler. I'm just sorry to see a promising director making
a formulaic action movie in the first place. Some of the blame for
this undoubtedly rests on the producers and the studio, the folks
who hand out the directives and control the purse strings. Maybe
they thought U-571 was a truly great script, in which case
they're dumb. Or perhaps they didn't care, figuring that audiences
are dumb enough to go for the action alone. Well, sirs, this audience
member is standing up and walking out. Action's fine, but you've
got to back it up with the script. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm
going to go rent Das Boot, which really is a great submarine
action movie.
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