Feb 07, 2014
No, I'm not going to reference the Coldplay song of the same name, not so much because I'm not crazy about modern music, let alone Coldplay... seeing as how I actually like Coldplay's "42", but because Coldplay is just too white for this film. Well, maybe it is mostly the fact that Coldplay is too anachronistic for this film set in the 1940s, because as passionate as this film is as a portrait of overcoming racism, at the end of the day, it's still a baseball film, and that sets quite the standard for whiteness. You know what, forget it, this film is white, because it also co-stars Harrison Ford, is co-produced by Kurt Russell, and is written and directed by the guy who was involved in writing "A Nightmare on Elm Street 4", "The Postman", "The Taking of Pelham 1 2 3", "Cirque du Freak", Ridley Scott's "Robin Hood" and "Salt", and just plain wrote and directed "A Knight's Tale" and "The Order". ...Notice that I didn't point out that Brian Helgeland was also involved in the writing of the acclaimed "L.A. Confidential", "Mystic River" and other films like that, because I really wanted to emphasize "The Order" in order to express my fear that this film was going to be a disaster, or at least emphasize "A Nightmare on Elm Street 4", "The Postman", "A Knight's Tale", "Cirque du Freak" and "Pelham 1 2 3" in order express my fear that this film wouldn't exactly be subtle. Man, the marketing does not do this film justice, but I was still excited about it, because they shot a little bit of it in Birmingham, Alabama, and it doesn't even focus on Alabama enough to aggravate us with reminders of Birmingham's attitude towards blacks in the '40s. Hey, this film also got Lucas Black a job, so the least it could do is go easy on his state, and for that, alone, I'm on board. It certainly helps that the final product is actually pretty decent, even if it does have certain problems that I was fearing it would have.
At just a bit over two hours, this film isn't that long for a biopic, and it may even be a touch a too expositorily tight in certain places, but the final product is still with certain repetitious excesses in material which bloat the narrative kind of blandly, yet still offer only so much consequentiality. Conflict is there, but it goes handled a little too safely, for although the telling of this tale is pretty engaging, there's only so much fleshed out attention to the race issues and sporting politics that drive the Jackie Robinson story, and that makes it easier to see the familiar aspects through the conflicts. Of course, even without some compelling compensation in dramatic storytelling, it's impossible to overlook the conventions, as this film is nothing if not generic, seeing dialogue, characterization and overall plotting rich with pratfalls that betray the potential refreshingness of this story concept. The final product is simply way too formulaic to be all that interesting, for there is a certain sense of laziness to familiarity which waters storytelling down to the point of leaving the final product to feel almost like a TV feature. The limited cinematic bite goes further softened by recurring lapses in subtlety, which thrive on overtly spirited plays on triumphant set pieces and Mark Isham's overblown score that endear pretty charmingly, if not genuinely effectively, yet all too often bloat the drama's atmosphere with sentimentality which reflects ambition rather glaringly. The film feels like it's trying too hard, and I can understand that, because subject matter of this type could be relatively easily molded into a rewarding drama, but when it's all said and done, the sentimentality pumped into this effort that is even more bloated with tropes and rather lacking in a sense of full consequentiality actually holds the final product back. The film isn't quite rewarding, but it comes closer than I was fearing it would be, doing enough justice to the value of its subject matter to compel adequately through and through, or at least sell this story's distinguished timeline.
Well, perhaps Dennis Bradford's, Sharon Davis' and Aaron Haye's art direction does not offer an especially expansive celebration of the eras portrayed in this period piece, but the production value is still petty solid in capturing this time pretty distinctly, as well as handsomely, at least when backed by a warm visual style. The cinematography is not that special on the whole, but what handful of highlights it has fits pretty effectively, whether it be utilizing the warm lighting, or utilizing some tight filming styles that liven up pretty solid baseball sequences, which do actually have some intrigue. Needless to say, especially for my fellow non-baseball fans, there is more intrigue to the narrative beyond the field, for this is a worthy - nay - inspiring story about breaking racial barriers in the sports business, handled in a script by Brian Helgeland that gets to be formulaic and heavy-handed, yet also pretty well-rounded in characterization. Most every figure in this biopic is distinguished, and for that, credit is due both to the scripting and the acting, as most everyone delivers on distinctive charisma, and that particularly goes for a once-again growl-tastically charming Harrison Ford, and for genuinely grounded leading man Chadwick Boseman. The performances are not all that outstanding in this film which doesn't have all that much to praise, but, whether it be the well-rounded writing or thoroughly charismatic cast, the strengths stand firm in doing a worthy story justice. This particularly goes for Helgeland's direction, which may play a part in holding the final product back, thanks to atmospheric subtlety issues, but nevertheless endears with a spirited momentum that keeps entertainment value consistent, and broken up by sentimental moments that are genuinely respectful enough to move. There are touching highlights in a film that is consistently engaging, maybe not to where the final product overcomes its issues and achieves the rewarding state that it could have claimed, yet decidedly to where this effort comes close enough to achieving its full potential to endear pretty thoroughly.
When it's time to run for home base, the final product is rendered too draggy, safe, generic and sentimental to charge to a rewarding state, which is still almost achieved by the immersive art direction and baseball sequences, well-characterized writing, thoroughly charismatic performances and heartfelt, if not effective direction that, behind a worthy story, make Brian Helgeland's "42" a flawed, yet nonetheless thoroughly entertaining and adequately compelling portrait on the triumphant rise of Jackie Robinson.
2.75/5 - Decent
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