Dull Roar

There's an odd upside to Robert Redford's terribly earnest, quite terrible war drama

Less a war drama than a set of dueling position papers, Robert Redford's Lions for Lambs may be the gabbiest movie ever made about American foreign policy.

Hot young screenwriter Matthew Michael Carnahan is fresh off his alpha-male script for The Kingdom, which would explain the presence early on in Lions for Lambs of that movie's director, Peter Berg, striding around Afghanistan in a buzz cut and stiff upper lip, barking at his noticeably minority foot soldiers to show the enemy "the full measure of American mean." Compared to facing the meanie back home in Washington—a Republican hardbody played by Tom Cruise in crisp white shirt, sparkly molars, and oodles of blind ambition—the war zone Over There is peanuts.

We find the senator in his office, hectoring a tough old broad of a journalist in comfy '60s-liberal tweeds (Meryl Streep) about the need for a surge to end all surges in the Middle East. Dimpling away, she lectures him right back on the folly of United States warmongering, and to drive the point home, we head west to "a California university," where a world-weary professor and Vietnam vet (Redford) cuts a deal only a celluloid academic could make without losing his job. He promises straight Bs to a disaffected failing student (played with cocky insouciance by the young actor Andrew Garfield) on the condition that he cast aside sloth to become all he can be against the war.

Tom Cruise stars as a warmongering senator with Sam Brownback views and John Edwards hair
David James
Tom Cruise stars as a warmongering senator with Sam Brownback views and John Edwards hair

For a movie so relentlessly bent on realism, Lions for Lambs is riddled with implausibilities. Would a rising young Republican with an acquisitive eye on the presidency choose a liberal reporter with the stubborn intractability of a Christiane Amanpour to push his latest war on terror on the American public? Are today's college youth really as politically lethargic as this privileged white boy? Would his star classmates, an African American (Derek Luke) and a Latino (Michael Peña), having bootstrapped themselves out of East L.A., chuck it all away and blithely join the army in order to become the movie's conscience? "I did everything I could to stop them," the professor intones. "But I revered the reasons they went." Easy for him to say.

Known for making stately, linear films with lovely sunsets and 60 Minutes dialogue, Redford has none of the piss and vinegar, the technical bravura, or the hip irony of younger directors making political films, like Stephen Gaghan or Paul Greengrass. His editing is artless, the action scenes listless and amateurish, the characters almost entirely representational of the political attitudes they strike. Researched, data-crunched, and op-eded to the hilt, Lions for Lambs talks and talks and talks your head off (the movie feels twice as long as its trim 88 minutes) as it lumbers toward complete coverage of the state of our nation, slogging through another botched and unjustifiable war whose architects, supported by the media in their pockets, refuse to learn from history. You sit there waiting for the 9/11 speech, the unnecessary deaths, the gravely inconclusive ending, and it all comes to pass.

What can I tell you? The movie is awful—and also oddly touching, even adorable in its dogged sense of responsibility, its stubborn refusal of style. When you've seen as many show-off movies as I have that use the war as a convenient peg on which to hang a thriller (including, as it happens, The Kingdom), there's something refreshing about a movie as earnest and well-briefed as this one. Redford is no intellectual, but I found myself unaccountably charmed by his lack of cynicism, his old-fangled desire to plead the case of ordinary people caught up in the reckless aggression of the powerful. Lions for Lambs may not be much of a movie, but in the face of such sweet sincerity, what's even a jaded critic to do but roll over and offer her tummy for tickling?

directed by Robert Redford
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