- Chris Klein plays Lieutenant Jack Geoghegan; Mel Gibson is his commander, Hal Moore.
But where Black Hawk Down is little more than a visually stunning (but ultimately empty-headed) thrill ride, boldly pretending to proffer deep discourse about the inhumanity of war, We Were Soldiers is unabashedly sentimental. Black Hawk Down, based on Bowden's account of a botched 1993 mission in Somalia that resulted in the deaths of 18 American soldiers, has little interest in humanizing war; the soldiers are faceless, almost nameless. And it portrays the hundreds of Somali militia members gunned down by U.S. troops as black-faced savages. The film plays like a big-screen version of the Medal of Honor video game, reveling in the giddy pop-pop-pop of its bitchin' weaponry and special effects.
We Were Soldiers, both the book and the big-screen version written and directed by Randall Wallace (who wrote Braveheart and Pearl Harbor), offers the flip side of the same terror. Set during the first protracted battle of the Vietnam War in November 1965 -- when 450 men of the 1st Battalion, 7th Cavalry, were sent to Ia Drang, the so-called "Valley of Death" -- it provides a backstory, an explanation (though not a rationalization) for why soldiers were sent to such a faraway place to fight someone else's war. Hal Moore (a resolute and, ahem, bravehearted Mel Gibson), Harvard-educated commander of the new airborne troops that fly in and out of hot spots via helicopter, was only doing his duty, following someone else's orders. He was a soldier and more, a father not just to his own children, but the kids under his command.
In their book, Moore and Galloway (portrayed here by Saving Private Ryan vet Barry Pepper) paid due respect to the enemy, depicting the North Vietnamese not as a red-and-yellow menace, but as soldiers just trying to keep their land from falling into the hands of Americans who didn't belong there. Wallace depicts Lieutenant General Nguyen Huu An (Don Duong) as nothing less than Moore's equal; he's as brilliant a commander as his American counterpart, a soldier sizing up the enemy with unyielding force. Duong gives the film's most understated performance; he wears dignity the way Gibson sports a scowl.
The film also shows us the gung-ho before and the painful after. It's as much about those left behind as it is those shipped off to war: the wives left to the everyday tasks of laundry and living, the children who naively ask of their soldier dads, "What is a war?" Wallace shows us the ravaged home front: the taxi drivers who clumsily delivered telegrams to newly minted widows, the wives left to raise their newborns alone. Where Black Hawk Down couldn't be bothered by such things as context and condition, We Were Soldiers provides so much, it's often overwhelming (to the point of inducing a few cringes).
We Were Soldiers, as pro-soldier as it is antiwar, also exists as a rare Vietnam film bereft of cynicism; it doesn't sharpen "politically twisted knives on the bones of our dead brothers," as Moore and Galloway write in their book of previous movies on the subject. Wallace doesn't need to remind us of how pointless a police action Vietnam was; the forgotten dead and disowned living don't need Hollywood's help to make that point. So Wallace lets his actors, all playing real-life soldiers (not amalgams), do the telling, among them American Pie's Chris Klein as Lieutenant Jack Geoghegan, a determined but ultimately doomed husband and father of a newborn; Greg Kinnear as Major Bruce "Snakeshit" Crandall, a fearless chopper pilot; Sam Elliott as Sergeant Major Basil Plumley, a combat vet with little time for small talk; and Clark Gregg as Captain Thomas Metsker, a young officer deep in shit but never in over his head.
In the end, of course, all films about war are antiwar. But where Black Hawk Down made you experience the horror, it didn't ask you to think too hard about it. We Were Soldiers succeeds where its recent predecessor miserably fails, because it demands you suffer the dreadfulness of war from both sides. That might not make it a milestone, but it's a hell of an improvement.