Showing posts with label MOVIE War of the Worlds. Show all posts
Showing posts with label MOVIE War of the Worlds. Show all posts

27 September 2007

Did Faludi See the Same Movie?

Today's New York Times Arts section contains an article about Susan Faludi and her new book The Terror Dream: Fear and Fantasy in Post-9/11 America. According to the article, Faludi says that in the 2005 War of the Worlds movie Tom Cruise plays a “deadbeat divorced dad emasculated by his wife, reclaiming his manhood by saving their little girl.”

I think that's a profound misreading of the movie. While the War of the Worlds is indeed a story of a male looking after a female, it's more particularly the story of a parent looking after a child.

Cruise's character, Ray, is far from "emasculated" at the start of the movie. He's operating a huge, phallic crane; the script says he "sits comfortably in the seat, working the controls of the crane with two joysticks." The other guys in Ray's neighborhood like and respect him. He's behind on his child-support payments. He's doing what he wants, when he wants. Ray is completely immature--and he's got two kids to look after on the weekends he can't weasel out of. Now that's scary.

In fact, Cruise's performance in the first half of War of the Worlds is why I've told my mother it's too scary for her. Not because of the huge aliens burning people into dust. Not because of Tim Robbins as a crazy man. Not because of little Dakota Fanning enduring one violent wreck after another. No, it's because Tom Cruise does such a convincing job at playing the Worst Dad in the World.

Like 95% of Cruise's other movies, War of the Worlds is about his character realizing he has to grow up. By looking after his daughter, Ray doesn't "reclaim his manhood" in a masculine/feminine sense. He reclaims it in a adult/juvenile sense. He becomes a man, not a boy. And all it takes is one massive alien invasion.

The Times article says, apparently still reflecting Faludi's interpretation, "At the end of that movie, Mr. Cruise’s character cradles his daughter in his arms." Ray holds his daughter in his arms many times in the movie. But the final scene shows him sending her off to be embraced by her mother, and then hugging and reconciling with his teen-aged son, who'd lost respect for him because he was (a) such a bad parent, and (b) not aggressive enough in fighting the aliens.

Faludi rightly sees the parallels with The Searchers that producer-director Steven Spielberg and screenwriters Josh Friedman and David Koepp put in War of the Worlds. Both movies end with a family reuniting in a doorway, for example. But while John Wayne's Ethan is excluded from that family and left outside alone, Cruise's Ray has earned his link to it.

I thought Faludi's op-ed piece a few weeks back drawing a line between the North American frontier conflicts of the 1600s and 1700s and the terrorist attacks of 2001 made some interesting points. Interpreting War or the Worlds against the backdrop of those attacks could also be provocative. Indeed, it's almost impossible to watch the movie and not consider recent history. But doing so requires seeing what the movie actually shows us, not just what fits a pre-existing concern.

Yes, War of the Worlds has a male hero and a female in need of protection. But it doesn't carry the message that in a crisis a man must "reclaim his manhood." It says that dads have to look after their children. Significantly, Cruise's character doesn't go after the alien invaders (much less aliens from another planet who are easier to find). For the sake of his children, Ray tries only to escape and hide. Finally, when we consider the message of War of the Worlds, we have to remember H. G. Wells's ending: the aliens die a natural death, not due to anyone's manhood.