Miracle at St. Anna

Starring Derek Luke, John Turturro

Directed by Spike Lee

 

The critical reaction to director Spike Lee’s Miracle at St. Anna has been overwhelmingly negative – poised as a major Oscar contender and swamped with massive expectations, the project was almost destined to disappoint when it premiered earlier this year at the Cannes Film Festival, mostly due to over-hype.

The film first gained notoriety when Lee openly criticized director Clint Eastwood for not featuring any African-American soldiers in his World War II dramas Flags of Our Fathers and Letters from Iwo Jima. Based on the novel by James McBride, Miracle at St. Anna depicts the struggle of four African-American soldiers in Fascist Italy during World War II – a perfect story for Lee, who clearly wants to pay tribute to unacknowledged heroes from The Greatest Generation. But the Lee-Eastwood controversy has taken on a life of it’s own, publicizing the film in a somewhat negative light.

But I’m not here to argue for Eastwood or Lee (tough to choose a side between two extraordinary filmmakers in a war of words) – I’m here to talk about the film. Miracle at St. Anna is a masterful project from Spike Lee; certainly not a perfect film – as many critics have noted, many scenes are extraneous and overlong – but far better than any newspaper review would have you believe. There are sections of the film that are astounding, featuring some of the best directing Lee has ever done – and then there are other scenes that feel less genuine. But I’d rather see a flawed near-masterpiece from the finest African-American film director than a mindless thriller for attention-deficit audiences starring Shia LaBeouf (yes, I’m picking on Eagle Eye – who actually pays to see this garbage?)

The film opens in the 1980s, when WWII veteran Corporal Hector Negron (Laz Alonso) shoots and kills a man in the post office in which he works. Flashbacks revealing the purpose of the murder unfold in 1944, where Negron and three other soldiers of the 92nd Buffalo Soldier Division – played effectively by Derek Luke, Michael Ealy, and Omar Benson Miller – are stranded in Tuscany with an Italian family and a young Italian boy who seems prophetic in his observations. To reveal any more would ruin Lee’s storytelling (which drastically improves after the first somewhat meandering hour) into a visceral and powerful war movie about race, miracles, heartbreak, and faith.

In an age where most studio movies are disposable and readily manufactured for small-screen viewing on an i-Pod, we are lucky to have auteur directors who offer brilliant, unfiltered commentaries on the human landscape. We should be grateful to have Oliver Stone’s W., Gus Van Sant’s Milk, and David Fincher’s The Curious Case of Benjamin Button ahead of us in the fall film line-up – having already toasted with the rich eccentricities of The Coen Brothers and their superb Burn After Reading. Spike Lee is among the greatest of the living auteurs (Lee, Stone, and the Coens all studied filmmaking at New York University – not a coincidence, if you ask me), and his style, while sometimes uncompromising, is visionary. From Do the Right Thing to Malcolm X to 25th Hour, Lee has always directed films that demand to be seen. Despite what you may have heard, Miracle at St. Anna is no different.

                                                                                            


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