42 Review: A Misguided Attempt At Creating A Saint
rating: 2
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Jackie Robinson breaking the color barrier in baseball was not only a great moment for sports but a great moment in American Civil Rights Movement. Baseball was the national pastime at a time when racial segregation was still a subject amongst half the population. And the fact that an African American was going to have a prominent role on a baseball team seemed ludicrous. But, White Mans Guilt is still prominent in America that is none more evident than in the latest Jackie Robinson biopic, 42. The story of Jackie Robinson is a valiant one in which he had to go through struggles in order to feel accepted in a previously all white sport. But, he is no saint. However, Brian Helgeland, a white filmmaker, decides to treat his story as one of sainthood. This is disappointing from the guy who wrote about the sordid streets of Los Angeles in LA Confidential. But, he somehow falls into every inspirational sports cliché in the book. This is the type of movie in which the musical cues dictate the emotions of the movie. The audience is telegraphed whether there will be a moment of suspense or a moment of inspiration depending on how the music swells. But, what is most aggravating about the film is the way Helgeland treats the racial issues of the film. Chad Bostwick as Jackie Robinson has no choice but to play him as the upstanding black hero that is necessary. He has become an idolized saint. And that is a problem with the entire movie. No character feels like real full dimensional character. They fall into archetypes. The 1940s Brooklyn Dodgers was a team filled with characters, affectionately given the name Dem Bums. And none of them was allowed to do anymore than be vilified for resenting Robinson or given the pat on the back for being a good guy. Race is not, excuse the pun, a black and white issue. There is more to it than what the film shows. But, the overall impression of race relations in the film is similar to that of The Help. It falls under, as I mentioned above, White Mans Guilt. None is more evident than the fact that the opening five to ten minute does not feature Jackie Robinson at all, rather a group of white men gather around a table discussing whether or not to bring a African American to baseball. And this egregiously, condescending look at history undermines both actual events and the performance of Harrison Ford in what could be his first role not playing Harrison Ford in as Branch Rickey, the innovative GM of the Dodgers that decides to bring in Robinson. Look at the character of Wendell Smith played by Andre Holland. Wendell Smith was a real life, influential African American reporter. But, in this film serves as nothing more than a way for the audience to get exposition and be a plot convenience. For a movie that is about giving black characters a voice, it really does not know how to portray these people. Every moment is one of decency which seems so ham-fisted in. The repeated theme of racism, bad is irritating how passé it is.