“Braveheart” goes Tea
Party in “The Patriot,” a three-hour drama/revenge flick starring Mel Gibson as
a Very Angry Man that only pretends
it’s aghast at the terrible effects of war on one man’s soul and family, but
really it’s jerk-off gun worship as every battle and death ups our blood and demand for Gibson to kill and
maim. Gibson’s Benjamin Martin is a veteran turned Southern plantation owner – the
blacks on his field are (cough) free, not slave – who gets sucked into the
Revolutionary War after Brits kill his middle child. Director Rolland Emmerich needs
his movie Red Coats -- led by Jason Issacs as a sniveling colonel – to be as
evil as possible and commit atrocities that would make Nazis shudder to justify
Martin’s blood lust. I get it, it’s a movie and we moviegoers love our Mel in
seething Mad Max mode, but the flag-waving propaganda crosses into perversion. More
aching is the depiction of slaves. The scene where a black man is
conscripted by his cruel master, only to be followed by a comedic ginger
6-year-old boy asking to sign up for battle? Who the fuck thought that was a
good idea? Patriotism with no insight. C-
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
The Patriot (2000)
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