3 out of 7 people found the following comment useful :- A Date With Density, 26 August 2006
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dunmore_ego from Los Angeles, California
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Oliver Stone's *World Trade Center* is not about the World Trade
Center. Nor does it pose questions on conspiracies, religionism,
racism, political ideologies, oil collusion or White House
incompetence. Which raises the obvious question: why then make a movie
about the World Trade Center?
To invoke a known audience. "World Trade Center" has become synonymous
with "9-11" (itself a contraction of a culture-shocking event) and both
have become shorthand for proselytizing on courage and heroism and
misplaced patriotism. Attaching that moniker to any media - however
tangentially sells tickets.
*WTC* is about two beat cops, John McLoughlin (Nicolas Cage) and Will
Jimeno (Michael Pena) who are trapped in the rubble of Tower 1's
collapse before they even get the chance to rescue one civilian. (Guess
we've added yet another criterion to the term "heroism": anyone who
INTENDS to rescue people but needs to be rescued himself after doing
nothing.)
The first act is restrained film-making at its best, as Stone shows us
Tuesday, September 11, 2001, dawning like any other mundane workday,
New York populace going through the motions of city life. Comparisons
with the unobtrusive camera of Paul Greengrass' superior *United 93*
are unavoidable, and like that movie a vicarious thrill builds in
our bones, for we know something that the New Yorkers don't: that today
is going to be so far removed from mundane it will gouge out its own
vernacular in history.
The first intimation that there is something horribly awry with this
particular September 11th is an ominous plane-shaped shadow whooshing
over the cityscape
Stone does not explicitly show airplanes impacting Towers (it would
remove focus from his characters), but his scenes of destruction and
mayhem are as good as cinema gets. And though there are still whiners
puling "too soon," the audience yet extracts a rubbernecker's glee from
watching this unimaginable tragedy unfold with astoundingly seamless
special effects from a Ground Zero ringside seat.
Stone has also captured excellent performances with the shock,
surprise, horror and incredulity of the officers arriving at Ground
Zero. Those of us who were not there could never hope to imagine what
uncontainable emotions overwhelmed each rescuer's breast as he gazed up
at a tableau which the wildest imagination could never conjure.
And after injecting us into the heart of the action, with a
breath-stopping sequence trapping our stars under mountains of rubble,
the film like the World Trade Center - collapses. For there is
nowhere to go and it becomes obvious that inexperienced screenwriter
Andrea Berloff has formulaically set up a tearjerker just waiting to
happen.
There's a fine line between restrained and boring. And Stone's hand
seems so stultified by the gutless executives who funded this project
that he resignedly points his camera over the wrong side of that line.
Though he tries to retain relevance to the 9-11 *Götterdämmerung* (by
inserting actual newsreel footage of super-Mayor Giuliani,
faux-President Bush, reports on United Flight 93, the Pentagon crash,
*et al*), even the earth-shuddering impact of the WTC Towers collapsing
is soon forgotten when the story turns its focus on the wives of the
trappees (Maggie Gyllenhaal and Maria Bello) and their maudlin,
Academy-tilted performances. It turns into just "two guys trapped in a
mine shaft."
The movie also loses what little objectivity it strived for when Jimeno
launches into an extended "heroism" speech (which veritably bends over
and spreads its cheeks for the hero mongers). Meanwhile, Cage's initial
heartfelt performance of McLoughlin diminishes over time, as he uses up
the film's one allocated swear word (as decreed by the MPAA for PG-13
films) early in his desperation and then becomes non-believable, as no
one in this mind-breaking situation ever swears after that one
transgression, making it all as painfully PG-13 as any Freddie Prinze
Junior debacle.
And while Jimeno has dumb Jesus dreams, McLoughlin inertly flashes back
to his four kids with the hands-down hottest MILF in the neighborhood
(Bello). (If any of our lives were HALF as idyllic as the "real life"
characters portrayed in any 9-11 movie, the Muslims who razed the
Towers would have defected over to white-bread Christianity millennia
ago. Or maybe that's why they razed them.)
Nothing continues to happen, proving conclusively that not every true
story is worth telling.
The rescue of the two men contains its fair share of nail-biting and
was apparently instigated by an ex-Marine, Dave Karnes (Michael
Shannon), who abandoned his job in Connecticut and traveled to Ground
Zero because "God called him." (While talking to Karnes, God must have
neglected to head on over to Emma E. Booker Elementary School in
Florida and talk to Bush about the attacks. Without a direct word from
God, how could *anyone* be expected to abandon the compelling *Pet
Goat* to lead a country. Evidently, only *after* the attacks does God
deign to start talking with The W.) As we grow to learn of Karnes'
delusional nature (obsessing over Marine ethos to the point of asking
to be addressed as "Staff Sergeant"), we realize that this is the exact
type of bulldog fundamentalist bred by the American Armed Forces, and
that it wasn't God calling him after all it was his red neck.
To its credit, the story does not make it seem like rescuing its two
stars puts an end to the horror, and the unfinished nature of the
rescues and aftermath are noted; Jimeno's family walk past a wall full
of missing persons, Karnes emerges from the rescue rubble talking of
retribution, Dorff's policeman laments the multitude not accounted for,
and McLoughlin himself had to undergo 2 years of medically-induced
comas and 27 surgeries well, that'll happen when a World Trade Center
falls on you.
Only 20 people were pulled out of the WTC rubble alive. Only eighteen
more True Stories with movie deals to go
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3 out of 7 people found the following comment useful :-

A Date With Density, 26 August 2006
Author: dunmore_ego from Los Angeles, California
*** This comment may contain spoilers ***
Oliver Stone's *World Trade Center* is not about the World Trade Center. Nor does it pose questions on conspiracies, religionism, racism, political ideologies, oil collusion or White House incompetence. Which raises the obvious question: why then make a movie about the World Trade Center?
To invoke a known audience. "World Trade Center" has become synonymous with "9-11" (itself a contraction of a culture-shocking event) and both have become shorthand for proselytizing on courage and heroism and misplaced patriotism. Attaching that moniker to any media - however tangentially sells tickets.
*WTC* is about two beat cops, John McLoughlin (Nicolas Cage) and Will Jimeno (Michael Pena) who are trapped in the rubble of Tower 1's collapse before they even get the chance to rescue one civilian. (Guess we've added yet another criterion to the term "heroism": anyone who INTENDS to rescue people but needs to be rescued himself after doing nothing.)
The first act is restrained film-making at its best, as Stone shows us Tuesday, September 11, 2001, dawning like any other mundane workday, New York populace going through the motions of city life. Comparisons with the unobtrusive camera of Paul Greengrass' superior *United 93* are unavoidable, and like that movie a vicarious thrill builds in our bones, for we know something that the New Yorkers don't: that today is going to be so far removed from mundane it will gouge out its own vernacular in history.
The first intimation that there is something horribly awry with this particular September 11th is an ominous plane-shaped shadow whooshing over the cityscape
Stone does not explicitly show airplanes impacting Towers (it would remove focus from his characters), but his scenes of destruction and mayhem are as good as cinema gets. And though there are still whiners puling "too soon," the audience yet extracts a rubbernecker's glee from watching this unimaginable tragedy unfold with astoundingly seamless special effects from a Ground Zero ringside seat.
Stone has also captured excellent performances with the shock, surprise, horror and incredulity of the officers arriving at Ground Zero. Those of us who were not there could never hope to imagine what uncontainable emotions overwhelmed each rescuer's breast as he gazed up at a tableau which the wildest imagination could never conjure.
And after injecting us into the heart of the action, with a breath-stopping sequence trapping our stars under mountains of rubble, the film like the World Trade Center - collapses. For there is nowhere to go and it becomes obvious that inexperienced screenwriter Andrea Berloff has formulaically set up a tearjerker just waiting to happen.
There's a fine line between restrained and boring. And Stone's hand seems so stultified by the gutless executives who funded this project that he resignedly points his camera over the wrong side of that line. Though he tries to retain relevance to the 9-11 *Götterdämmerung* (by inserting actual newsreel footage of super-Mayor Giuliani, faux-President Bush, reports on United Flight 93, the Pentagon crash, *et al*), even the earth-shuddering impact of the WTC Towers collapsing is soon forgotten when the story turns its focus on the wives of the trappees (Maggie Gyllenhaal and Maria Bello) and their maudlin, Academy-tilted performances. It turns into just "two guys trapped in a mine shaft."
The movie also loses what little objectivity it strived for when Jimeno launches into an extended "heroism" speech (which veritably bends over and spreads its cheeks for the hero mongers). Meanwhile, Cage's initial heartfelt performance of McLoughlin diminishes over time, as he uses up the film's one allocated swear word (as decreed by the MPAA for PG-13 films) early in his desperation and then becomes non-believable, as no one in this mind-breaking situation ever swears after that one transgression, making it all as painfully PG-13 as any Freddie Prinze Junior debacle.
And while Jimeno has dumb Jesus dreams, McLoughlin inertly flashes back to his four kids with the hands-down hottest MILF in the neighborhood (Bello). (If any of our lives were HALF as idyllic as the "real life" characters portrayed in any 9-11 movie, the Muslims who razed the Towers would have defected over to white-bread Christianity millennia ago. Or maybe that's why they razed them.)
Nothing continues to happen, proving conclusively that not every true story is worth telling.
The rescue of the two men contains its fair share of nail-biting and was apparently instigated by an ex-Marine, Dave Karnes (Michael Shannon), who abandoned his job in Connecticut and traveled to Ground Zero because "God called him." (While talking to Karnes, God must have neglected to head on over to Emma E. Booker Elementary School in Florida and talk to Bush about the attacks. Without a direct word from God, how could *anyone* be expected to abandon the compelling *Pet Goat* to lead a country. Evidently, only *after* the attacks does God deign to start talking with The W.) As we grow to learn of Karnes' delusional nature (obsessing over Marine ethos to the point of asking to be addressed as "Staff Sergeant"), we realize that this is the exact type of bulldog fundamentalist bred by the American Armed Forces, and that it wasn't God calling him after all it was his red neck.
To its credit, the story does not make it seem like rescuing its two stars puts an end to the horror, and the unfinished nature of the rescues and aftermath are noted; Jimeno's family walk past a wall full of missing persons, Karnes emerges from the rescue rubble talking of retribution, Dorff's policeman laments the multitude not accounted for, and McLoughlin himself had to undergo 2 years of medically-induced comas and 27 surgeries well, that'll happen when a World Trade Center falls on you.
Only 20 people were pulled out of the WTC rubble alive. Only eighteen more True Stories with movie deals to go
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