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The Pacific
Until more than three-quarters of the way through, I was so, so disappointed in “The Pacific”. Of course, it had an awful lot to live up to. “Band Of Brothers”, its forerunner, although produced as a TV series, has to be one of the very best war movies of all time. “The Pacific” doesn’t even come close. That’s not to say that it isn’t excellent in its own right because it is but it isn’t in the same league, battalion or regiment as “Band Of Brothers”.
It’s a ten part series and until epsiode five I was bored. That’s not just because there’s a lack of action – there is – but there’s also very little characterisation or story. In “Band Of Brothers” you feel like you’re part of the platoon yourself. You grow to know and love each individual and you experience fear, grief, tension, terror alongside all of them. It wasn’t until epsiode eight of “The Pacific” when Sergeant Basilone falls in love with Lena, marries her and is then shipped to Iwo Jima that I felt the same searing emotional intensity. I remember when I first watched “Band Of Brothers”, each epsiode was like experiencing an intense personal tragedy. I would feel drained, exhausted and traumatised. It was almost too much but although it finishes well, “The Pacific” is not quite enough. Perhaps the most moving scene of all is in epsiode nine when Eugene comforts a dying Japanese woman. This is magnificent film making.
I think war is the ultimate movie genre. It describes the human condition at the very edge. Like all men, I am fascinated with horror, doubt and uncertainty about how I would behave in combat. I deplore violent films but when the story requires it, realism is essential. A war movie should make you understand the reality in detail, explicitly and make you turn away from violence.
My old friend Bruce won an Emmy and a Golden Globe working as a producer on “Band Of Brothers” and I remember talking to him about the sound of gunfire. He explained the effort involved in achieving a more realistic sound than ever before. You can hear how in every movie thereafter it’s been picked up and enhanced.
“The Pacific” does take realism even further. The spray of blood that bursts from a soldier’s body as he is hit, the red mist that appears around a group of soldiers as shrapnel lacerates them is horrifying. The graphic dismemberment and vile, grotesque injury that nowadays we see soldiers survive is beyond words. At times the cast is wading through a sea of body parts, of arms, legs, hands, feet. I think we now accept the shocking reality of this because today we see the survivors of such injury. At last, in the battle for Iwo Jima, “The Pacific” begins to communicate the deeply distressing heroism, the humbling, horrifying courage that these young men, our forefathers, summoned up to free the world from tyranny and allow us to enjoy the freedom that we do today.
There is a real mistake in some of the earlier episodes when many of the scenes are just too dark. There isn’t even the excuse of it being made for the big screen. It’s just wrong. Also some of the CGI, particularly in wide shots of amphibious landings for instance, doesn’t work. It’s not as convincing as the more primitive, model based effects in “Band Of Brothers”
There is one part of “The Pacific” that deserves the very highest praise. The titles are quite simply one of the most beautiful things I
have ever seen on television or at the cinema. They consist of extreme close ups of an artist drawing battle scenes with charcoal. As the charcoal disintegrates into dust and splinters on the page it mixes through to become the detritus of battle, the dirt, dust and shrapnel of combat. The backgrounds merge with finely textured, laid paper, with live action, graphics and animation. It really is quite breathtakingly, achingly beautiful. All the more so so because its subject is precisely the opposite. The wonderful, haunting theme music is the same as “Band Of Brothers”. At least that’s the way I hear it. If it isn’t then it’s been composed to be so similar that they might as well have stuck with the original.
All in all, I did, eventually, greatly enjoy “The Pacific”. Most of all though it shows just how bloody marvellous “Band Of Brothers” is.
My Deep, Dark Secret
I have a deep, dark secret. It’s something I keep to myself. I haven’t told anyone, not my friends, my parents, certainly not my sons.
Every Saturday, early evening, for about the past six or seven weeks I’ve been indulging myself in something that I’m little ashamed of. I don’t know why (well, I do), as on the face of it it’s wholesome and innocent but, the truth is, they all drag thoughts and feelings out of me that are far from wholesome, far from innocent. All of them.
They all care about it so much. It means so much to each one of them. Each of them puts every last part of their heart and soul into doing the very best they can. I sit through the whole show weeping gently at their sincerity, their effort, their charm, how pretty they are.
Yes it’s true, it’s truly pathetic. I am besotted. Each one of them is truly delightful, one minute ingenue, next minute vamp, all so very, very talented.
They are the girls of “Over The Rainbow”, Andrew Lloyd-Webber’s latest audition show to find Dorothy for The Wizard of Oz.
They are all gorgeous and I think I must be a dirty old man!
The One Show
I have followed the One Show loyally and faithfully from the very beginning to now, I’m afraid, the end.
Christine has lost her innocence and joined the celebrity merry-go-round. Adrian has been done down in an offensive way by the BBC management and is moving on to bigger and better things.
It was great while it lasted but now it is becoming a parody of itself.
It is over.
Dermot’s X Factor Interviews
Dermot O’Leary’s interviews with David Cameron and Nick Clegg, tonight on BBC3, were incisive and inspiring in a way that none of the other debates or interviews have been.
Perhaps precisely because they were aimed at a 16-24 year old audience, these were forward looking, exciting programmes. Look to your laurels, Paxman, Dimbleby, et al.
I think Dermot will tear Gordon Brown to pieces next week.
Channel 4 – The Air Hospital
This was magnificent television, enough surely to shock us all out of our complacency. Watch it here.
It was the story of the courageous team that flies our badly injured heroes home from Afghanistan in a C17 aircraft, converted to one large intensive care unit. Every second of this documentary is shot through with pain, heroism, trauma and the utter pointlessness of the war.
I am afraid that I don’t believe we will be any further on in Afghanistan in another year. I don’t believe that having our troops there now is making our country safer. I think it actually makes terrorist attacks more likely.
What this programme reminded me of most effectively is that every time we hear of another soldier who has lost his life, there are four or five others, horribly mutilated and facing a future which may well be worse than death.
It has been said a hundred times but we need to say it a hundred times more, every day. This is an unwinnable war, a pointless war.
Bring our boys home now!
BBC Endangers Bulger Killer
Some may say that he deserves everything he gets but the BBC’s strenuous efforts to find identifiable photos of John Venables are to be deplored.
I say he deserves everything he gets within the law but this 27 year old man has now been recalled to prison and the BBC is going hell for leather to dig up every photo of him it can find. If he is identified by his cell mate or by others in jail with him I dread to think what the consequences will be. Whoever is behind this at the BBC is behaving quite improperly and they should be stopped. It seems to me that they too are risking jail for contempt of court.
Nothing can excuse what Venables and his partner in crime did and I am dubious about the justice of having released them from custody. What the BBC is doing though is just piling another wrong onto this sad history. This by an organisation that is usually ridiculously oversensitive to things. It seems that you can’t mention the brand name “Marmite” on the BBC but you can try to identify someone who the Court is trying to protect.
Invictus
This is the new film, directed by Clint Eastwood, about how the South African rugby team, the Springboks, won the Rugby World Cup in 1995 and helped to reunite the country on a wave of patriotism just five years after Mandela was released. Morgan Freeman is simply mesmerising as Nelson Mandela and Matt Damon is superb as Francois Pienaar, captain of the team.
I’m a complete believer in the idea that international rugby is more important than most things in life so, granted, I was almost certain to enjoy this movie. I didn’t expect to be quite so emotionally overwhelmed though. This film is a wonderful, triumphant experience and a lesson in life. See here for an excerpt.
Invictus bears no resemblance to the anodyne pap that Hollywood has fed us this year. It is a work of art, a political manifesto and an inspiration to the human soul. The title comes from William Ernest Henry’s poem of the same name in which Mandela found comfort while in prison:
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
If “Up In The Air” is up its own a*** and an insult to its audience; “Avatar” is an adolescent technogeek’s fantasy, terribly badly realised; “The Hurt Locker” is just another good but not great war movie then “Invictus” is a wonderful, uplifting story that deserves all the praise, all the admiration and all the awards.









