By Alan Scherstuhl
By Stephanie Zacharek
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By Amy Nicholson
By Simon Abrams
By Kevin Dilmore
By New Times
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In the view of American independent-film fanatics, writer/director Sayles has already been to the mountaintop. For 20 years, he's made movies outside the studio system, with stories that try to sing the unsung or champion the dispossessed. Doing "indies" on an epic scale is, of course, not a negligible feat. In 1996, moviegoers starved for panoramic narratives turned Sayles' Lone Star into a huge art-house hit, though it was little more than a lib-rad guide to Tex-Mex mores with a cut-and-dried central mystery. (It could have been called Autopsy of a Murder.) In his urban-corruption noir City of Hope as well as the South American agitprop of Men With Guns, there can be a grinding fascination to seeing Sayles work out his ethnic-and-class view of society.
But John Sayles' films usually bore me. He tends to make his leads monotonously naive and to approach plots (and subplots) like a cartographer instead of a yarn-spinner, pinning every character to his or her place on the social-political map. I enjoyed the spontaneous comedy of Return of the Secaucus Seven and parts of The Brother From Another Planet, and his news hound's ear and eye for colorful talk and incident energized his short-lived network TV series Shannon's Deal. Fifty-two minutes suits Sayles' notions of character and storytelling. If his filmmaking had fire and poetry, it would rouse the mixture of despair and euphoria you get while watching the work of great political directors like Gillo Pontecorvo (The Battle of Algiers, Burn) or Francesco Rosi (Moment of Truth). Unfortunately, even when Sayles dabbles in tricky flashback structures or magic realism, he's ploddingly melodramatic. Indie or not, it's as if he aspires to be the Hollywood Eleventh.
Men With Guns held me longer than many of Sayles' films, and not just because of its colorful ambiance. Its hero has potential tragic stature: He's a doctor who trained medical students for service in remote villages. Now widowed and near the end of life, he wants to venture into the wild to see if his program has helped the natives. With his long face and regal features, the Argentinian actor Federico Luppi brings the role a rueful gallantry--it's what the character needs to keep from becoming ridiculous. As he makes his journey, he strives to believe in progress despite vivid evidence to the contrary. Natives flee from the sight of him; in an allegorical stroke, those who dare to talk to him identify themselves according to their crops, as Corn People or Coffee People or Gum People. (If the price of coffee drops, and the Coffee People can't make enough money to eat, they starve--all they grow is coffee.)
The misfit fellow travelers the doctor acquires are scholars of atrocity. A jaded, smart-mouthed urchin (Dan Rivera Gonzalez) takes him to a killing field and swings a human bone as if it were a baseball bat; a defrocked priest (Damian Alcazar) calls himself a ghost and admits he saved his own life at the expense of his flock; a runaway soldier (Damian Delgado) confesses the moral trauma of his army initiation--the murder of a helpless man. (He also raped a helpless woman.) Nonetheless, the doctor keeps hoping to find that one of his proteges has honored his medical outreach program and escaped the bullets of the army and guerrillas.
I kept hoping so, too--for the sake of the drama. Without the possibility of any good coming from the doctor's humanist intentions, the movie begins to feel like a punishment: a gauntlet for the same urban liberals who will doubtless be its biggest audience. Both Sayles and novelist Francisco Goldman (The Long Night of White Chickens) say that the doctor was based in part on one of Goldman's real-life relatives, an uncle who spearheaded a Guatemalan rural-health-care program whose medics were slaughtered by the government. Goldman, a friend of Sayles', says that his uncle's endeavor nevertheless has thrived; he sees it as a "'real-life' reflection of the hint of redemption and hope at the end of Men With Guns." But the "hint of redemption and hope" in the film is actually wispy and corny, and no comfort at all to Sayles' doctor.
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