Rapid Response: Sergeant York

‘Sergeant York’ helped inspire Americans to enter into World War II and was a box office smash.

Sergeant York PosterIt’s a long-running debate as to whether movies can actually have an influence over people to the point that it gets them to act. Movies inspire people, but do they get people to get out of their chairs and vote, or change the world, or convince them to be a better person?

Mark Harris’s book “Five Came Back” strongly suggests that “Sergeant York” directly spurned support for America entering World War II (Pearl Harbor might’ve also had something to do with it). He spends the early chapters of his book examining the mix of opinions among Hollywood studio heads regarding isolationism or conflict. Some had Jewish heads who embedded political commentary and calls to action into their films, while others remained staunchly neutral and avoided any content that could be considered as taking a stance, much to the chagrin of some of the more politically inclined directors. In fact the government held hearings and injunctions accusing Hollywood executives of propaganda by ways of their films, sparking a debate about the purpose of entertainment and art in the movie business.

“Sergeant York” was such a massive box office smash, raking in $16 million at the box office in 1941 (adjusted that’s over $400 million domestically, placing at #107 on the all time box office list) that it seemed as though the public attitude toward the war changed overnight. But at the very least, it shook Hollywood from its preconceived notion that war films couldn’t make money. Hollywood developed a voracious appetite for war films following “Sergeant York”, and the film is so shamelessly inspirational and humble in its folk roots that it’s no wonder why it was such a success.

Howard Hawks’s film is set at the onset of World War I breaking out in Europe. The people of a small country farm town in Tennessee are not only unaware of the crisis overseas, but even “‘a feared” of it making its way into their humble community. They start to get defensive around a traveling salesman who brings up the news, but Hawks intends it as a critique against isolationism.

That’s because the people of Hawks’s Tennessee are such old-timey yokels to the point that they are practically incomprehensible at times. I watched “Song of the South” recently, and “Sergeant York’s” sing-songy, thick, in-bred hick dialogue is about the worst I’ve seen. The pastor talks of the birds, the bees, the squirrels and the most hackneyed axiom about a tree’s deep roots, while Mama York speaks to the Lord with the prayer at dinner, “Bless these bittens we dun got.”

The local color is especially grating because it takes a solid 20 minutes before Gary Cooper even shows up. The real Alvin York was probably late ’20s when this movie begins and early ’30s when he enters the war, but Cooper is straight-up 40, still living at home, working with his teenage brother and marrying the young Gracie Williams, played by the then 16-year-old(!) Joan Leslie.

I’ve also never quite liked Cooper as an actor. He’s square, feels old, and is so one-note. Given his other work as the honorable Lou Gehrig or the timid and aging Will Kane in “High Noon“, it makes perfect sense that he’d be the humble country boy Alvin York. And Hawks does all he can to paint York as an upstanding, working American, showing him plowing fields and lifting boulders in front of stupidly gorgeous black and white shots that borrow “Gone With the Wind’s” horizon.

“Sergeant York” is also frustrating because as a war movie it doesn’t get to France until its final half hour. The two halves of the movie are almost entirely different screenplays, the first building York up as a folk hero on par with Daniel Boone, the second building him up as a war hero. That last half hour though is stellar, not unlike how moving and iconic his closing speech is in “The Pride of the Yankees“.

But the first hour plus is a movie about how he’s a rambunctious man with no direction and with “Satan grabbing you by the shirt tails.” The local pastor (Walter Brennan) tells him religion will find him like a bolt of lightning, and then it quite literally does. York is in an angry rage during a storm when lightning knocks him off his horse into the mud. He goes down a hill and finds the church, and he’s a changed man. The film charts his inner need as a character and wraps up that story an hour too soon, but it finds a way to start fresh once he’s drafted for the army.

While other elements of “Sergeant York” are largely dated, this mid-portion may actually play well to a modern, Conservative audience. York files an exemption to drafting in the military based on his religion. It’s a sin to kill, but the law requires everyone to enlist. “What kind of law is it that tells you to go against the Good Book and it’s teachings,” York asks. Later the words “God” and “Country” are literally battling for space in his head, with the words echoing in a voiceover as he sits and ponders while looking out over his home valley (another remarkable Old Hollywood shot). In fact the army officers are instructed to keep an eye on him as a “conscientious objector”, and you could argue he’s genuinely being persecuted for his faith.

But finally an hour and a half in we get one stunning war sequence. It’s rapid cross cutting action, dual perspectives between the Americans and Germans, Hawks quickly disposes of the rousing American march music as soldiers start to get shot and killed, and everything is brightly lit and clear in a way Old Hollywood was best at. York’s claim to fame as a war hero involved him disarming 32 German machine guns, killing 20 German soldiers, and capturing 132 more Germans, including several high ranking officers, virtually single-handedly.

Hawks makes it a sight to be seen, and Cooper turns into a ruthless, kick-ass machine. It’s quite amazing how he transforms in the moment. There’s an early scene where he sets six bullets on a table in a row and asks his fellow soldiers, “If they were a flock of turkeys, which one do you shoot first?” The answer is the one at the end of the line. Shoot the leader, and the others see him drop and scatter. Take off the straggler first, and you can bag the whole flock. So it is with Germans apparently; the scene is absolutely thrilling, if not a little hilarious as well.

Much of “Sergeant York”, including his famous act of heroism during the war, is actually true to life and how the real Alvin York was perceived. Here’s how a journalist in the Saturday Evening Post described York: “the mountaineer, his religious faith and skill with firearms, patriotic, plainspoken and unsophisticated, an uneducated man who “seems to do everything correctly by intuition.” That’s Gary Cooper if it’s anyone, but the film, perhaps not unlike “American Sniper“, another shamelessly patriotic war film with some truly remarkable moments, is only interested in that one-dimension of York, and of the war. At one point Mama York flatly announces she has no clue why the US is fighting overseas as though to write off any serious politics outright, although Hawks may be aiming to capture the actual pulse and attitude of the country at the time. Most interesting though is how this movie came to be made at all, with York finally giving in to requests to adapt his life story because he was in need of money as he had grown older, overweight and diabetic. Still however, York was largely a philanthropic figure, despite how his reputation as an American hero had diminished prior to the movie.

“Sergeant York” won two Oscars, including one for Cooper, and was nominated for 11 in all. So can a movie inspire people? Like York during World War I, did Hawks’s film get America into World War II single-handedly? It’s hard to imagine any other movie with as good of a chance as this one.

Rapid Response: High Noon

The Anti-Western classic starring Gary Cooper has not aged well.

HIghNoonPosterGary Cooper’s Will Kane wears a black cowboy hat throughout “High Noon”. The fashion choice is by design. He’s a hero, but by the end his victory is hollow. The town’s people he has sworn to protect have all left him for dead, for various reasons, and when he’s finally fulfilled his duty, he retires out of disgust, not achievement. In the film’s final moments Cooper wordlessly casts his “tin star” to the ground and rides off on a cart with his newlywed wife Amy (Grace Kelly in her first role). For a movie about a man who nobly puts loyalty to his job ahead of loyalty to his family, it’s more bitter and callous than inspirational.

That end is enough to earn “High Noon” the title of an anti-Western, and with it a reputation as one of the best American Westerns ever made (it currently sits at #221 on the IMDB Top 250). Its hero Will Kane is full of fear and uncertainty, and he’s without confidence, support or even a strong sense of logic or values toward why he’s risking his life for this town. The cynical end following the climatic shootout is further one that calls out the McCarthy era fear-mongering and politics circa 1952, when the film was nominated for seven Academy Awards and took home four, including one for Cooper for Best Actor. Fred Zinnemann’s (“From Here to Eternity”) film in a script by Carl Foreman (“The Bridge on the River Kwai”) casts scorn on the townspeople who are all too cowardly, greedy, spiteful or all three to help Kane kill the vengeance driven Frank Miller and his posse, who aim to gun down Kane once Miller arrives pardoned from prison on the noon train.

But so many of the best Westerns are already anti-Westerns. “The Searchers” grapples with vicious racism and hatred toward Native Americans in John Wayne’s hero. “Johnny Guitar” is a wild, feminist, damn near exploitation film. Later entries in the genre like “Unforgiven” remove some of the romanticism of the old West by focusing on an aging gunslinger. “High Noon” may have been one of the earliest anti-Westerns of its kind, but its innovations stop there.

Working in its favor is the real-time element, with characters constantly checking the clock and building up the myth of the demon set to arrive on that High Noon train, Frank Miller. It leads to a wonderfully effective use of sound, in which Zinnemann cycles through the town people in stark close-ups, only to be abruptly cut off by the sound of the train arriving at the strike of noon.

Equally effective is how every character in the small town of Hadleyville, no matter how cowardly, weaselly or vindictive they are, their personality is tied to the arrival of Miller on that train. One of Foreman’s more powerful twists is in revealing to us that Kane’s presence, despite his ability to clean up the town and run Miller out, has not been entirely welcome. Business at the hotel has dried up, more people had work as deputies, and many even called Miller their friend. It’s not just that Kane is a man without a country, but that even those who care most for him feel its in their best interest to see him leave town or fail.

“High Noon” however has aged horribly. It’s a prime example of an effective, Old Hollywood screenplay in which the dialogue is earnest, but thick and bluntly ineloquent. The characters have clearly drawn motivations and back stories, but everything is telegraphed. So much of the film is without action or personality coloring that the constant, Stanley Kramer led ideology can get weary. Whether its the simplistic views of what it will take Lloyd Bridges’s character Harvey Pell to become a man, or the recurring “High Noon” theme preaching “don’t forsake me oh my darling” whenever Kane ambles through town, Zinnemann’s hammy execution just doesn’t hold up as well as the edgy bent of Westerns by John Ford or Howard Hawks.

That changes slightly in the film’s famous shootout, in which Kane is resourceful and human more than just a slick quick draw. Zinnemann strips virtually all the dialogue in this sequence and even finds quick catharsis for Kane and his wife Amy.

“High Noon” has a lot going for it, and it’s likely a good entry point into Westerns, but a real classic it is not.

Rapid Response: The Pride of the Yankees

“The Pride of the Yankees” has not aged well. It holds up for its famous closing speech and Babe Ruth, but makes Lou Gehrig one-dimensional.

We’re working on a Sports Movie issue for WEEKEND, and I hadn’t gotten around to seeing “The Pride of the Yankees” despite how I knew it was essential inspirational Old Hollywood.

And now that I have, it is certainly a staple of the old studio system. It’s corny, tame, rousing and a complete lark. It stars Gary Cooper as Lou Gehrig, a huge star at the time who must’ve only been cast because of how damn well he could deliver that ending speech in front of Yankee stadium, the infamous, “Today, I feel like I’m the luckiest man on the face of the Earth” speech.

The rest of the movie, I hate to say it, Cooper’s a bland, nervous and clumsy mama’s boy. He only knows baseball, he’s awkward in front of everyone but his parents and his stabs at personality are captured only in his own lame prat falls and his frolicking wrestling matches with his wife. Continue reading “Rapid Response: The Pride of the Yankees”