By Anna Merlan
By Lee Escobedo
By Alice Laussade
By Scott Reitz
By Claire Lawton
By Kiernan Maletsky
By Anna Merlan
There is a killing late in Gladiator, Ridley Scott's new heroic epic, and it is one of those wonderfully cathartic slayings that makes a wide-eyed audience rise and cheer. After several brutal battles, after much bloodshed, after considerable suffering both needless and entertaining, a blade finds its mark, and a mortal conflict finds its resolution. We've been herded across much of Western Europe by this point, through Germanic mud, Spanish fields, and Italian dust, and we've been shown many men falling in combat, all in an attempt to build us up for the kicker. The problem is, not a single surprise awaits us along the hard road to the movie's perversely obvious wrap-up. We have been sharing an extravaganza of grand design, superb acting, deft direction, and terrific sound and scoring (courtesy of ultrahip Hans Zimmer and Lisa Gerrard of Dead Can Dance), but the entire course of the movie has been apparent from the opening minutes. Thus, the soul of Gladiator is made sluggish by a maddening lack of suspense.
Written by David Franzoni, John Logan, and William Nicholson
"Strength and honor," intones Maximus (Russell Crowe), a powerful general in the Roman army, chanting his mantra and establishing the theme for the entire story. Observed by the wizened emperor, Marcus Aurelius (Richard Harris), Maximus leads his men on a massive strike against the annoyed barbarians of Germania, essentially one more stop on the world tour of Roman conquest. It's a pitch-perfect scenario: the bleak winter forest (actually shot in England), the scores of warriors, the manic horses, the firestorm of flaming arrows, the snow so ethereal it seems to fall upward. It is here that we observe Maximus' charisma and vision. "At my signal," he calmly commands his men, "unleash hell." The men do, but, unfortunately, so does the editor, chopping up the film with such diabolical randomness (dropped frames, comical fast motion, nonsensical cuts) that we emerge less consumed than confused.
Undaunted by the wholesale gutting of this would-be spectacular sequence, the war-weary Maximus reports to his Caesar. Marcus Aurelius is old and ready to pass on his mantle for the good of the Roman Republic, having spent most of his career as emperor away from home and Rome, trashing uppity foreigners. The drama here is elegant and moving, but Harris' dialogue is best paraphrased: "So, Max, you are obviously a Reluctant Hero who's eager to return to your pastoral existence with your sultry wife and cuddly son. But here's the thing: I'm about to keel over, and I don't want my emperor status wasted on my porcelain-brained son Commodus (Joaquin Phoenix), because he's obviously much less reluctant than you, and therefore less noble and, you know, virtuous. So whaddaya say...want Rome?"
Maximus accepts -- reluctantly, of course. But following the inevitable bit of usurping -- a patricidal unpleasantness greeted first with horror and then with self-preserving acceptance by Commodus' sister, and Maximus' enigmatic former flame, Lucilla (Connie Nielsen) -- the flushed Commodus orders Maximus and his family killed. By turns nimble and bludgeoning, Maximus alone narrowly escapes, and away we go with a by-the-numbers retread of The Outlaw Josey Wales or Braveheart, albeit one with astonishing Roman production design (Arthur Max) and costumes (Janty Yates).
Maximus descends into slavery, where he encounters a buddy in Juba (Djimon Hounsou), as well as a demographic-widener for the audience. Both excellent fighters, the two are sold to Proximo (the late Oliver Reed), a rough-hewn showbiz mogul who runs a gladiator camp, where buff dudes come to, like, slay each other. (Consider it extremely extreme pro wrestling, add broadswords, and once again subtract comprehensible editing.) As Proximo reveals that he was once a slave, released from bondage by a benevolent leader, Maximus capitalizes on the entertainment value of his battle skills, striking a deal. The new Caesar is transforming Rome into a massive festival to elicit the support of the masses, so why not take the gladiators to the Coliseum? Proximo, ever the poet, concedes, "The great whore will suckle us until we are fat and happy and can suckle no more!"
Suckle, perhaps, but suck, definitely, as the script plugs along through battles, squabbling senators (Derek Jacobi, David Schofield, John Shrapnel), battles, vague attempts at incest, battles, and more battles (what remains intact of fight master Nicholas Powell's work is impressive). The crux is that our valiant gladiator Maximus seeks both his personal revenge and Marcus Aurelius' desired political order at the expense of the potty-mouthed Commodus. Since a direct confrontation is ill-advised (and rather difficult to arrange, since emperors rarely fraternize with slaves, even those who are former generals), Maximus is required to win the favor of the Coliseum mob in order to rinse Commodus' bowl free of adolescent tyranny. No mean feat.
Apart from a genuine chuckle culled from the term "vexation," Gladiator takes itself incredibly seriously. This is an admirable effort, as many, many people strove to render this movie important, while the province of parody languished a mere sandal-stride away. (Personally, I wished Graham Chapman or Mel Brooks would stride in and alleviate my impatience.) Fortunately, the performers (a motley lot of incongruous accents) make the most of their predictable trajectory, and there's simply too much talent here to dismiss the movie. Reed is ideal as Proximo, sincere in his unctuous way (balancing Maximus' mantra, he bemoans humanity as "shadows and dust"), and, most prophetically, he ruminates upon his own demise. Crowe reveals a new turn in the wounded-thug persona he honed in L.A. Confidential, shouldering his heroic responsibilities with immense grace under pressure (you are dared to laugh at the snot on his mustache). Hounsou and Nielsen aren't given much to work with, but their presence is vital; without them, friendship and love, however fleeting and tragic, do not exist.
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