Aaron Sorkin's War
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By Lloyd Billingsley
Thursday, December 27, 2007
In the typical bad film one can see the actors acting, at which point it's all over for the audience. In Charlie Wilson's War the adept viewer can see the screenplay, by Aaron Sorkin of The West Wing fame. The script might contain three laughs and is also incoherent, but there is a lot going on worthy of notice. Based on a book by George Crile, the story involves Charlie Wilson, a swinging bachelor congressman from Texas, here played by Tom Hanks, here at his best but looking rather like Joe Don Baker. When not getting drunk or cavorting with strippers, Wilson uses his leverage to get missiles to the Afghan rebels so they can shoot down the helicopters of the Soviet invaders. The real villains, however, are not the Soviets, nor even, as one would expect, the CIA, though most are buffoons straight from central casting. The real villains are American religious conservatives.
"America doesn't fight religious wars," explains Gust Avrakatos, a CIA man played by Phillip Seymour Hoffman, to Joanne Herring, a wealthy Texan played by Julia Roberts. Joanne is a staunch Christian conservative and anti-communist but also a boozer and sex maniac. Gust is concerned that she is portraying the Afghan conflict as a religious war. "Dial down the religion," he tells her. Like the rest of the movie, this is Aaron Sorkin, bard of the secular left, talking down to People Who Aren't Like Him. Viewers may recognize the theme from The West Wing. The issue also comes up when one of Wilson's paunchy constituents complains that the ACLU wants to remove a Christmas crèche from the firehouse. Wilson says move it to a church lawn and no problem.
In the early going, Wilson is fielding a pitch for a television show along the lines of "Dallas Goes to Washington," which much of this movie is, though it will remind some of Ishtar. Boobs and bare asses abound but on some key points Sorkin remains squeamish. Wilson visits Afghan refugee camps to see their plight for himself. They tell him about Soviet atrocities but viewers do not see children blown up by bombs disguised as toys. They don't see the Soviet invaders running over captives with tanks. These things happened but someone talking about it doesn't quite convey the effect. Only a few fleeting scenes show Soviet helicopters launching random attacks.
Wilson returns determined to boost the budget for the Afghan rebels but he is being investigated for cocaine by an ambitious politician named Rudy Giuliani . Like Lions for Lambs, this signals the use of cinema as an election tool, but it's not all negative. John Murtha, the Democrats anti-Iraq-war critic, is a Good Guy, though viewers see neither politician. The only view of Ronald Reagan, the president of the time, is in a framed picture, obscured by a CIA man dressing up as Santa Claus. Viewers do get to see Dan Rather, disguised as an Afghan warrior. To its credit, this may be the first American movie to mention the Washington Times.
Thanks largely to Wilson, with help from Israel, Egypt and Saudi Arabia, the Afghans get the missiles and start shooting down helicopters. The defeated Soviets withdraw. The covert community recognizes Wilson's contribution. Music up with a swell, but the story doesn't end there. Sorkin can't bring himself to say it outright, but the film implies that American conservatives are responsible for empowering those Afghans who later became terrorists. One scene implies that if America had only built more schools in Afghanistan, all would be well. At the end a screen-wide quotation explains that we "f---ed up the end game." It should have said "the film."
Nearly two decades after the fall, the Hollywood left is not yet up to cinema verite on communism and the USSR. This film implies that the Cold War was something of a joke. On the other hand, Charlie Wilson's War, like Lions for Lambs, constitutes evidence that, even with Star Power, films by left-wing Democrats will not become players in the 2008 election.
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Aaron Sorkin Goes to War
National Review by Peter Suderman
December 24, 2007
Charlie Wilsons War, the new film from director Mike Nichols and West Wing creator Aaron Sorkin, begins in one of those cavernous military airplane hangars, the kind so gargantuan you feel like you cant actually look all the way to the other side. Across the floor, the camera slowly glides toward Congressman Charlie Wilson (Tom Hanks), a Democrat from Texas, who is speaking from a portable stage. Hes just a speck in the center of the frame, but behind him hangs an enormous American flag, one whose presence dominates the room. Its a striking image, and an apt one as well, the great big symbol and its tiny representative: Even as a congressman, hes just a little man almost completely dwarfed both by his country and the ideas it stands for.
Its also a fitting picture of the film itself, a relatively small, and too often small-minded, movie that attempts to wrap its arms around a sizable chunk of Americas foreign-policy history. By the end of the film, Wilson has proven himself a rather savvy defender of what he sees as Americas ideals. Sorkin and Nichols, however, are less successful. Though intermittently amusing, War is unconvincing and largely superficial, marred by Sorkins various tics and hampered by the competing interests of public accessibility and political passion.
Partly this is due to Sorkin and Nichols trying to pack too much into too short a running time. Sorkin has a reputation for writing very fast dialog, but its just not quick enough to do more than gloss over the issue at hand. The story, which is loosely based on true events, centers primarily on Wilsons efforts throughout the 1980s to fund the arming of Afghanis under siege from the Soviet Union. As Sorkin would have it, Wilson, a mildly corrupt, carefree congressional bachelor (much of the exposition occurs while hes immersed in Vegas hot tub with a pair of Playboy bunnies), saw a short report on the evening news, made a few inquiries, hopped off on a jaunt to Pakistan, and then decided to do everything he could to push for more funding and better weaponry for the Afghan fighters. The assumption, essentially, was that the Cold War couldnt be fought in the open, but the U.S. could kill Commies by proxy and under Wilsons direction, it did.
Sounds familiar, does it? Thats not surprising, really, because weve all seen this scenario before: The cocky, carefree protagonist stumbles on an international political cause and decides to make his empty life mean something. (Was this, perhaps, ghostwritten by Michael Gerson?) And, because even Tom Hanks needs sidekicks, hes flanked on his journey toward meaning by a quirky male friend and a strong-willed woman. In this case, that means Gust, a temperamental CIA agent played by Philip Seymour Hoffman, and Joanne Herring (Julia Roberts), a feisty conservative or, as the film would have it, ultra right wing socialite from Houston.
All of this is delivered in a style that will be familiar to anyone whos caught even a few minutes of The West Wing, Sports Night, or any previous Sorkin production. Theres a zesty, high-energy tone to the proceedings, and every scene is laced with impassioned, suspiciously well-prepared monologues and rat-a-tat dialog that ricochets off the walls until finally coalescing unexpectedly into some sort of a (hopefully) stinging point.
Rousing dialog has always been Sorkins forte, and here it zips along, half clever quips, half easily Googled statistics, nimbly dancing from topic to topic. Some of its rather funny (Hanks is asked Why is Congress saying something and doing another? to which he responds, Well, tradition mostly.), and it might be impressive, except that Sorkin cant control it. Its not just a trademark, its a tic. In Sorkin-land, every single person talks in smarty-pants bullet points, as if he lives in a world where all people, the world over, might as well be Simpsons writers with post-graduate degrees in economics. Its one thing to give us a smart-aleck congressman and a handful of wisecracking CIA officers; its quite another when Pakistans top political and military officials snark through a diplomatic meeting like overeducated Gawker contributors.
Equally problematic is that not all of the performers can deliver Sorkins zippy chatter with the requisite flair. Sure, Philip Seymour Hoffman pulls off a pitch-perfect wonky Washington weirdo, chewing through his lines with the gawky ferocity of an exotic animal on the hunt. But this is hardly a surprise considering Hoffman serves up stunning performances like McDonalds serves up hamburgers. Hanks, however, has always excelled at taking underwritten parts and imbuing them with a kind of everymans grace. But, as he showed in the Coen brothers Ladykillers, hes got little talent for upbeat, rhythmic dialog. As for Julia Roberts, I just wonder: Could anyone really find her believable as a rich, tenacious, religiously conservative political powerbroker? Lets just say her performance will make you pine for the days of Mystic Pizza.
Fortunately, Roberts has far less screen time that one might expect given the magnitude of her star power. Perhaps this was a result of the changes made to the film after its real-life subjects complained about their portrayals, but it also seems possible that its due to a problem more endemic to the film. Robertss high-powered, southern, Christian conservative seems at least partially intended to be a disreputable figure engaged in all sorts of hypocritical behavior, talking about honor and Christian morals on one hand while casually sleeping around and cashing in political favors on the other. But the rules of Tinseltown dont allow Julia Roberts, as the pretty-faced female lead, to really be all that slimy. Shes Julia Roberts fercryinoutloud! The audience simply has to be able to identify with her. So we get the setup for the character, but no payoff.
In fact, a similar confusion infects the entirety of the film. Sorkin never shied from making his straightforwardly liberal sentiments a core part of The West Wing. Aside from a few outliers, you could pretty much define that shows moral center by looking at the Democratic-party platform. In fact, this arguably made the series better. For one thing, it directed its obvious underlying passions toward an actual political target rather than some vague sense of change. And for another, by never claiming to be politically neutral, it could be judged on its own terms.
Here, perhaps because of the aforementioned changes, Sorkins politics seem constrained, hovering in the background, but never made fully clear. Sorkin clearly wants to come out and blame American foreign policy (and especially conservatives like those represented by Roberts) for fueling, through arms and cash, the rise of the militant Islam in Afghanistan (and thus, by implication, for 9/11), but he flakes out, choosing only to vaguely point toward some possible connections. (Only because of the major editing demanded by Universal Studios brass to avoid the Joanne Herring-GOP interests threatened lawsuits. There is a whole back-story here but in short if Herring & Co. wanted to stop this movie from being released, they easily could have by using a Harris County (Houston) judicial venue. And, there was significant discussion on this point. FlA)
Whether to blame the last-minute edits, studio worries about problems of controversy and mass-accessibility, or just plain poor screenwriting isnt clear. But no matter what, the result is a movie that spends a lot of time indicating that it has something really important to say, but never quite comes out and says it. Instead, it just sort of limps along and hopes youll get the idea. Some might call this tactful, but too often it comes off as merely timid, a needless and dishonest dodge that keeps the film from ever living up to the grandiosity of its ideas.
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