Grid and Bear It

Jerry Bruckheimer fumbles faux feel-good Remember the Titans

Remember the Titans -- based on a true story about how a football team brought together the segregated town of Alexandria, Virginia, in the early 1970s -- is the first film from producer Jerry Bruckheimer's Technical Black production company, which is meant to offer more contemplative and slower-paced films than his hollow, slam-bang filmography (Flashdance, The Rock, Con Air, Armageddon, Gone in 60 Seconds, Coyote Ugly) suggests.

But just because he's made a "serious" movie based on "fact" doesn't mean we should take Bruckheimer or the film to heart. Titans is, in some ways, the most meaningless of Bruckheimer's films: Directed by Boaz Yakin (Fresh, A Price Above Rubies) and penned by first-timer Gregory Allen Howard, it's the one that pretends to say something, that demands to be considered relevant and capital-I important. But beneath its rah-rah rhetoric and pigskin proselytizing, it's no more provocative or thoughtful than a Hallmark greeting card. Its heart is in the right place, but it has no soul.

Before the arrival of Coach Herman Boone (Denzel Washington), Alexandria's black community "had nothing to call their own but humiliation and despair," we learn during a voice-over narration. Boone, no doubt, will change all that, despite the white conspiracy that wishes to run him out of town and replace him with longtime T.C. Williams High School assistant football coach Yoast (Will Patton, a regular member of the Bruckheimer Players). Yoast, a good servant and ultimately a good man, thought the job was his, as did his formerly all-white team. It's clear from jump that Boone walks on thin ice: If he loses just one game, he's gone.

Denzel Washington just can't escape being part Rubin "Hurricane" Carter and part Malcolm X as the coach in Remember the Titans, an unsubtle sermon of a movie.
Tracy Bennett
Denzel Washington just can't escape being part Rubin "Hurricane" Carter and part Malcolm X as the coach in Remember the Titans, an unsubtle sermon of a movie.

Boone likes to think of himself as colorblind; he divides the team into offense and defense, not black and white. But he'll go further than that, picking on the black players (especially Petey Jones, played by Clueless' Donald Faison) to prove his point, then drive it through their skulls. "We will be perfect," he barks; he's driven, if not a little nuts.

"I'm not Jesus Christ, Martin Luther King or the Easter Bunny -- I'm just a football coach," Boone says, introducing himself to the town's black leaders, but he's wrong: He's Malcolm X and Rubin "Hurricane" Carter, and he brings so much baggage with him, it's nearly overwhelming. He is also at times a rather unlikable character -- coach as unforgiving dictator. When Boone refuses to allow his players to drink water during practice, Yoast reprimands him by telling him that he's flirting with the fine line separating "tough and crazy." It's not Washington's fault that the script allows him no room to make such distinctions.

In the end, Washington is simply too big for such rinky-dink filmmaking. He's asked to keep afloat a movie that sinks under the weight of its bloated ambition, but he's given nothing to do except spout aphorism after aphorism. By the time Boone marches his team to a Gettysburg cemetery, which emerges from early-morning fog as though a thousand dry ice machines were pumping overtime, we're already exhausted by his stream of platitudes. "If we don't come together right now, on this hallowed ground, we destroy each other," Boone says, manufacturing rage instead of mustering it. It's as though he's delivering a monologue that's interrupted by incidental characters who enter and exit, without paying him or each other much notice.

For a moment, Remember the Titans recalls the opening half of Full Metal Jacket; boys become men on the training grounds (in this case, a lush college campus) where Boone has brought his team members before school and the season start, to learn about and live with each other (and fight with each other, if necessary) so they can play with each other. It doesn't take long for the players to bond: Gerry Bertier (Ryan Hurst) sheds the white cowl to embrace Julius Campbell (Wood Harris), his new best friend; and the team even welcomes with open arms a gay, white hippie, Ronnie Bass (Kip Pardue), whom they name "Sunshine." (If you haven't figured it out yet, the moral here is that children are much more accepting and understanding than their parents; out of the mouths of babes, and all that.)

But their friendships are, initially, as fragile as the film's structure and screenplay. Howard has penned a script that's as subtle as a burning cross: When Gerry embraces "Big Ju," he ditches his oldest friend and teammate, named Ray -- as in racist? Worse, people do not speak to each other in Remember the Titans; they speech to each other in sound bites that repeat themselves every few seconds, in case we're too slow to catch the film's message that, um, racism is bad. The film's intentions are noble, but its delivery is ham-fisted and pretentious; you can't deny the message, but you can loathe the messenger without feeling too guilty about it.

Once the players pass through the crucible of basic training, the film slips uneasily into its guise as underdog sports movie; it becomes Wildcats meets Malcolm X -- Hoosiers in cleats. The film's second half is obvious and anticlimactic, the postgame show after a blowout. There will be those who will celebrate Remember the Titans as inspirational and motivational; they will look past its facile façade and think there's depth beneath the glare. They're Bruckheimer's audience, those who confuse manipulative with moving. This is indeed a true story, but it feels like the worst kind of fiction, one in which characters are made of tissue, and dialogue is penned on placards.

 
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