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War of the (old and new) worlds
Review: The New World
By Steve Warren
Staff Reviewer
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NOTE: The film has been recut and shortened by 16 minutes since it was
screened for critics in December. This review is of the original version.
Didn't we just see a movie about strange aliens invading a peaceful community
in a state along the U.S. East Coast? Even with a similar word in the
title there's no mistaking The New World for War of the Worlds
—or any other movie worth mentioning.
Terrence Malick is the J.D. Salinger of filmmakers. Taking 20 years off
between Days of Heaven and The Thin Red Line earned
him a mystique he shouldn't have spoiled by turning out another film,
especially The New World.
Malick's films (also including Badlands) are known for being
slow, beautifully photographed, narratively shaky and generally pretentious
enough to win the praise of a certain school of critics (who should share
a residence with a school of fish).
The best thing you can say for The New World is that it will encourage
children to study American history—if parents and educators threaten
to make them watch the movie if they don't study. It's useless as a teaching
tool but will make an excellent punishment.
An opening title, "Virginia, 1607" is about the only identification
you get. You're told that Colin Farrell's character is Capt. John Smith
but most other major characters go unnamed.
You'll listen in vain for Pocahontas' (Q'orianka Kilcher) name until
she's "civilized" (i.e.,
taught to walk in heels) and baptized "Rebecca." Unless you
know going in you'll never find out the second white man in her life is
John Rolfe (Christian Bale), her father is Powhatan (August Schellenberg)
and the invaders create Jamestown Colony. (Trivia fans will want to know
her mother is played by Irene Bedard, who voiced the title role in Disney's
Pocahontas.)
The film opens somewhat promisingly, with happy innocents romping through
fields of tall grass (mowers and grazing animals apparently haven't been
invented yet). They gawk as the biggest boats they've ever seen pull into
their harbor and unload oddly dressed people.
Capt. Smith arrives in chains for advocating mutiny during the voyage,
but he's spared from hanging by the unnamed Capt. Newport (Christopher
Plummer), who needs his expertise. Soon he's separated from the others
and captured by the "naturals," as the English call the indigenous
people.
Allowed the freedom of their camp he engages in cultural exchange, not
to mention exchange of fluids with the nameless daughter of the nameless
chief. At one point she appears to be telling him she's pregnant—or
maybe she's signing, "My stomach is filled with joy" or "That
was a good dinner." In any case the subject doesn't come up again.
It should be noted that moments after we're told the naturals "have
no jealousy, no sense of possession," our heroine declares to Capt.
Smith, "I will be faithful to you. True." Considering how few
words there are in The New World it's surprising how many of them contradict
each other.
Capt. Smith returns to his own people, who have built a fort and are
starving to death. Capt. Newport goes back to England for supplies. Capt.
Smith is in charge for a time but he's supplanted in a bloodless coup
by Capt. Argall (Yorick van Wageningen), who relinquishes leadership when
Capt. Newport returns.
The big battle comes halfway through the film when the naturals (sounds
like Robert Redford's baseball team) attack the fort. Later, the English
burn their village. There are probably other hostilities in the ensuing
years but the film doesn't mention them, preferring to focus on the native
woman's romantic travails.
Capt. Smith is recalled to England and leaves instructions that she's
to be told in two months that he died. If he ever explains why, it's lost
in the half-whispered, half-mumbled narration. Which he delivers. In fragments.
The chief disowns his daughter after she gives corn seed to the English,
because it encourages them to stay. He says he's banishing her but a minute
later she's being traded to the English for a copper kettle (I'm not making
this up!). They want her in the fort on the premise that it will keep
the naturals from attacking.
That's when they name her Rebecca and teach her to act like a proper
lady. Suddenly, with the movie more than two-thirds over, there's a new,
unnamed boy in town. Rolfe falls in love with Rebecca and puts her to
work in the fields. She marries him unenthusiastically but she's still
in love with the man she thinks is dead and they have to go back to the
Old World to sort things out before the story ends in 1616.
If there's anything I hate more than a movie that bores me it's one that
insults my intelligence while doing so, and is filled with pompous self-importance
in the bargain. The New World meets all these criteria and probably establishes
some new ones.
Steve Warren is a local actor and film reviewer. His reviews can also be seen weekly in the Sunday Paper.
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