{"id":44315,"date":"2019-06-06T01:00:13","date_gmt":"2019-06-06T05:00:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/?p=44315"},"modified":"2019-06-05T09:10:57","modified_gmt":"2019-06-05T13:10:57","slug":"qotd-reviewing-saving-private-ryan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/2019\/06\/06\/qotd-reviewing-saving-private-ryan\/","title":{"rendered":"QotD: Reviewing <em>Saving Private Ryan<\/em>"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p>When <em>Saving Private Ryan<\/em> was released in America, I made a mild observation to the effect that its premise was a lot of hooey, and received in response several indignant letters pointing out that it was &#8220;based on a true story&#8221;, that of the Sullivan brothers. Er, not quite. The Sullivans&#8217; story is stirringly told in <em>The Fighting Sullivans<\/em> (1942, directed by 42nd Street&#8217;s Lloyd Bacon): after Pearl Harbor, all five brothers enlist &mdash; and all five die aboard the [cruiser] Juneau at Guadalcanal. As a result, to avoid the recurrence of such a freakish tragedy, the United States changed its policy on family members serving together. Steven Spielberg&#8217;s film is not &#8220;based&#8221; on the Sullivans, except insofar as General George C. Marshall, the US Army&#8217;s chief of staff, mentions their fate to explain his decision.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/Saving-Private-Ryan-poster.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" style=\"float:right; padding: 0px 0px 0px 10px\" src=\"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/Saving-Private-Ryan-poster-400x600.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"400\" height=\"600\" class=\"alignright size-medium wp-image-48733\" srcset=\"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/Saving-Private-Ryan-poster-400x600.jpg 400w, https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/Saving-Private-Ryan-poster-100x150.jpg 100w, https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/Saving-Private-Ryan-poster-768x1152.jpg 768w, https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/Saving-Private-Ryan-poster-427x640.jpg 427w, https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/06\/Saving-Private-Ryan-poster.jpg 1000w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 400px) 100vw, 400px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Rather, the film is a kind of extension of the thinking behind the policy change: when three out of four Ryan brothers are killed in action, General Marshall orders a rescue mission to retrieve the sole surviving sibling, whose general whereabouts are somewhere behind enemy lines in Normandy &mdash; and all this a couple of days after D-Day. No such incident took place: no Allied commander would have thought it worth the risk in lives to assuage one distraught mother&#8217;s potential further bereavement.<\/p>\n<p>Spielberg&#8217;s mistake is that, as one of the last remaining hardcore Clinton groupies, he&#8217;s thinking in Clintonian terms &mdash; about publicity, image, spin: the death of another Ryan brother would not &#8220;look good&#8221;. When Spielberg has General Marshall read out a letter from Lincoln to a mother whose sons all died in the Civil War, we&#8217;re certainly meant to find his consoling words &mdash; that they gave their lives in a great and noble cause &mdash; inadequate. It&#8217;s a measure of the gulf between 1944 and 1998 that <em>The Fighting Sullivans<\/em> was released during the war because it was thought the supreme sacrifice of one family would be inspiring. Alas, not to baby boomers.<\/p>\n<p>So much has been written about the unprecedented &#8220;realism&#8221; of this film&#8217;s war scenes that the equally unprecedented unrealism of its thinking has passed virtually unnoticed. You&#8217;ve probably seen a zillion articles about the film&#8217;s prologue &mdash; a recreation of D-Day which lasts almost as long and doubtless cost a lot more &mdash; so I&#8217;ll say only this: yes, it&#8217;s impressive; yes, every shot of blood and tissue and body parts is underlined by adroit effects; yes, every moment is a testament to Spielberg&#8217;s command of cinematic technique; but that&#8217;s the problem &mdash; you react to it as technique, as showmanship. There&#8217;s one perfect shot after another: the silence underwater, with its dangerous illusion of respite; the pitterpatter of rain on leaves gradually blurring into rifle fire. The whole thing is oddly pointless: you&#8217;re not engaged by the predicament of the troops because you&#8217;re so busy admiring the great film-maker behind them. A film cannot really be &#8220;authentic&#8221; if all you notice is the authenticity.<\/p>\n<p>Mark Steyn, <em>The Spectator<\/em>, 1998-09-12 (linked from <a href=\"https:\/\/www.steynonline.com\/8740\/saving-private-ryan\" rel=\"noopener\" target=\"_blank\"><em>SteynOnline<\/em><\/a>).<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When Saving Private Ryan was released in America, I made a mild observation to the effect that its premise was a lot of hooey, and received in response several indignant letters pointing out that it was &#8220;based on a true story&#8221;, that of the Sullivan brothers. Er, not quite. 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