After decades of moviemaking, years spent honing his craft and sifting through the industry's best collaborators to form a cinematic dream team, Steven Spielberg is one of the few directors whose films routinely hit a bar of high quality. Even his more haphazard efforts are competently constructed and executed with unbridled passion, reeling in audiences with drama, adventure and big screen fun. There really isn't a "bad" Spielberg movie. His latest, War Horse, isn't in the top tier of the grandmaster's filmography, but as a work of pure sentimentality and spectacle, the film delivers rousing entertainment. Makes sense: a horse's heart is about eight times the size of a human's, and War Horse's is approximately that much bigger than every other movie in 2011.
The titular equine is Joey, a horse born in the English countryside in 1914 who triumphantly navigates the ravished European landscape during the first World War. A good hour of the 146 minute film is spent establishing the savvy creature's friendship with his first owner, Albert (Jeremy Irvine). A farmer boy with a penchant for animal training, Albert copes with his alcoholic father Ted (Peter Mullan) and their homestead's dwindling funds, but finds much needed hope in the sprite Joey. After blessing Albert and company with a few miracles, Ted makes the wise decision of selling Joey off to the war, and the real adventure begins.
Like Forrest Gump of the animal kingdom, the lucky stallion finds himself intertwined with an eclectic handful of persons. He encoutners the owner of a British Captain preparing a surprise attack. He becomes the ride for two German army runaways, the prized possession of young French girl and her grandfather, and the unifier of two warring soldiers in the battlefield's No Man's Land. From the beginning to the end of the war, Joey miraculously sees it all, all in hopes of one day crossing Albert's path again.
Spielberg avoids any over-the-top, Mr. Ed techniques in War Horse, but, amazingly, the horses employed to play Joey deliver a riveting, muted "performance" that's alive on screen. The animal is the lead of the movie, his human co-stars (including Thor's Tom Hiddleston, The Reader's David Kross and Toby Kebbell of Prince of Persia) sprinkled around Joey to complicate his (and our) experience of war.
But even with a stellar cast working at full capacity, War Horse falters thanks to its episodic nature. It is a movie of momentsawe-inspiring, breathtaking and heartfeltstuffed with long stretches of underdeveloped characters guiding us through meandering action. Spielberg's longtime cinematographer Janusz Kaminski makes the varying environments visually enthrallingfrom the dark blue hues of war to rolling green hills backdropped with stunning sunsetsand John Williams' score matches the film's epic scope, but without Albert in the picture's second half, War Horse simply gallops around in circles.
Spielberg is a master craftsman and War Horse a masterful craft, but the movie lacks a necessary intimacy to hook us into the story's bigger picture. The ensemble's devotion and affection for Joey sporadically resonateshow could it not? Look at that adorable horse!but even those emotional beats border on goofy (at one point, Hiddleston's character decides to sketch Joey, a moment I found eerily reminiscent of Jack sketching Rose in Titanic). War Horse really hits its stride when Spielberg pulls back the camera and lets his keen eye for picturesque composition do the talking. Or, from Joey's perspective, neighing.