this is this
by
Douglas Messerli
Deric
Washburn and Michael Cimino, screenplay, based on a story by Louis Garfinkle
and Quinnn K. Redeker), Michael Cimino (director) The Deer Hunter / 1978
When
my companion Howard and I first saw Michael Cimino’s The Deer Hunter in 1978, I was very moved by it; but after my
strongly leftist friend, Bruce Andrews, mentioned his disdain for its portrayal
of the Vietnamese, I had to agree; and after that I began to think of the movie
quite differently, particularly since there has never been any documentation
that the Viet Cong actually played Russian roulette with their captives. Over
the years, and particularly after the hubris Cimino revealed in his huge flop
of a film, Heaven’s Gate, any
enthusiasm I once felt had dwindled away. Even The Deer Hunter, given Cimino’s near-maniacal meticulousness, cost
the producers twice their committed budget.
What now became even more apparent
watching the film this time around, was that these several friends, mostly of
Russian extraction, working in the steel mill of the small town of Clairton,
Pennsylvania are already living in a kind of hell. Their small homes are
ramshackle creations that might remind one almost of Popeye’s comic Sweethaven.
Parents are brutal and dominating; Linda Prior’s (Meryl Streep) drunken father
even beats her, while Steven Pushkov’s (John Savage) mother takes a stick to
him to bring him home. These men find their little pleasures primarily in one
another’s company, falling into relationships with the opposite sex seemingly
by accident. Steve is about to marry a woman who is expecting another man’s
baby. And Mike Vronsky (Robert De Niro) and Nick are both attracted to Linda.
Their work in the mills, where they faced with its Vulcan flames, is very much
like their battles in Viet Nam and the horrors of Saigon.
Together these men share alcohol and horse
around with one another as if they were eternal adolescents, using of the
language of high school locker rooms and wrestling with one another while
describing anyone who acts in any other manner as “faggots.”
Film critic Robin Wood has described their
relationships as “homosocial bonding.” And like him, I now perceive a “putative
homosexual subtext” in this film, particularly in the relationship between Mike
and Nick. Mike, indeed, is the most controlling and seemingly mature of his
group, and Nick, younger and more charmingly open to the world around him.
Cimino establishes their relationship early
in the film as they celebrate at the local bar, John’s (which he correctly
argues complements the later gambling den in Saigon, together sharing a game of
pool as Frankie Vali croons out Bob Crewe’s lyrics (Crewe, an acquaintance, was
openly gay), “I Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You” while they sing along, as they almost
longingly stare down each other:
You're just too good to be true
You're just too good to be true
I can't take
my eyes off you
You'd be like heaven to touch
I wanna hold
you so much
At long last
love has arrived
And I thank
God I'm alive
You're just too good to be true
Can't take
my eyes off you
Moreover, Nick clearly does feel betrayed
by Mike when not only does he insist they must leave behind their weaker
friend, Steve, but when later both Nick and Steve are left to possibly die when
Mike makes his helicopter escape (their breathtaking drop back into the river
was, evidently, an accident which Cimino left in the film cut that nearly killed
cinematographer Vilmos Zsigmond).
Certainly Mike is a controller. He
insists that anyone killing a deer must do it with one “clean bullet.” And when
somewhat finicky and fussy friend Stan (John Cazale, who was in a relationship
with Meryl Streep and who died of cancer soon after shooting stopped) wants to
borrow his extra footwear, having once again forgotten to bring his own, he
absolutely refuses, astonishing the more compliant Nick. Yet, it is Mike who
brings the legless Steve back from the Veteran hospital to his wife, and it is
Mike who flies to Saigon to claim Nick from the insanity of his behavior—even
if the act does end in Nick’s suicide. Mike is believer in the obvious: “This
is this.”
The last scene, played out after Nick’s
funeral in this small town American version of hell, reveals that, in fact, all
of the survivors, Steve, his wife Angela, Mike, Linda, Stan, and the bar owner
John Welsh are, somewhat at least, deluded in their naïve patriotism. But by
choosing “God Bless America” to sing aren’t they also asking for guidance,
praying for God himself to come down to show their country the way to move
forward?
As I have written several times in this
volume, I am not a believer. I cannot imagine any god who can “bless” or has
“blessed” this country. But I also cannot dismiss anyone who wishes for further
guidance and a desire for future hope. And, despite many initial viewers’
negative reactions, it’s this ending that helps to make what, otherwise, is a
deeply negative view of the world, a great movie. In the Viet Nam war (in any
war), Cimino and his co-writers suggest, many Americans lost their innocence;
but most went on to reclaim their lives. It’s too bad, it seems, that we must rediscover
these truths again and again.
Los Angeles, July
18, 2016
Amazing!
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