1941
A Comedy Spectacular!
Director
Steven Spielberg
Writers
Robert Zemeckis
Bob Gale
John Milius
Producers
Buzz Feitshans
Janet Healy
Michael Kahn
John Milius
Cast
Dan Aykroyd – Sgt. Frank Tree
Ned Beatty – Ward Douglas
John Belushi – Capt. Wild Bill Kelso
Lorraine Gary – Joan Douglas
Bobby Di Cicco – Wally Stephens
Murray Hamilton – Claude Crumn
Christopher Lee – Capt. Wolfgang von Kleinschmidt
Tim Matheson – Capt. Loomis Birkhead
ToshirĂ´ Mifune – Cmdr. Akiro Mitamura
Warren Oates – Col. ‘Madman’ Maddox
Robert Stack – Maj. Gen. Joseph W. Stilwell
Treat Williams – Cpl. Chuck ‘Stretch’ Sitarski
Nancy Allen – Donna Stratton
1941
Review by Bill Slocum
Superstar comedy falls flat,
“1941” was a film that carried great expectations when it was released at the end of 1979. The two most versatile stars of the season’s biggest TV comedy hit, John Belushi and Dan Aykroyd of “Saturday Night Live,” were brought together for the first time on the big screen. The subject, LA panic in the days right after Pearl Harbor, promised trendy iconoclastic fun at the expense of the War Years generation and their uptight, stuffy values in a “Tora, Tora, Tora” meets “Animal House” kind of way. And the director, one Steven Spielberg, was coming off two of the biggest films of this, or any other, decade: “Jaws” (1975) and “Close Encounters of the Third Kind” (1978). What could go wrong?
Everything.
Like “Casino Royale” the previous decade, “1941” is the sort of comedy that defines the excesses and exaggerated stereotypes of its audience. It also manages the same ratio of one decent joke per name actor. Aykroyd does okay in the role of a tank crew commander, with his big spiel about whether a crowd of maniacs want to put Tojo in the White House. Belushi is just embarrassing in a bigger role with no laughs, as a pilot who smokes a never-extinguishing cigar stump and can’t seem to sit in his cockpit for five seconds without going ass over feet. Aykroyd and Blutto don’t even meet, a bit of a cheat.
The whole gimmick of the War Years gone loco seems just stupid. You could probably make good fun at the expense of the Greatest Generation if you had a decent script, but this is a hackneyed slog through the Big Muddy with pointless crashes; monotonous explosions; and strange, mid-punchline editing and pumped-up orchestration that positively screams flailing desperation. Consider that Americans had every right to feel war nerves as they recovered from the gut kick of Dec. 7, and the forced laughs of “1941” feel doubly inappropriate. The Japanese weren’t Nazis, ut the distinction would have been lost on a number of U.S. and Allied POWs in Bataan and other places, not to mention countless Chinese and Koreans. Yet this film treats them as if they are the best kind of people on the planet, Pearl Harbor or not. Simply put, I hope I’m not around by the time someone decides to make a movie with Al-Queda operatives in the role of cute, fuzzy Ewoks running rampant through Seattle.
Which leads to Spielberg. Yes, you get the famous director from such films as Jaws (self-referential opening), Always (fascination with planes), Empire of the Sun (fascination with the Japanese warrior spirit), along with the suffused lighting (Close Encounters, ET, Saving Private Ryan) and nasty germans (entire opus) that, among other things, distinguishes Spielberg’s work. His work isn’t just subpar here, it’s bad, strangely so given he obviously put real heart into it, and that, despite his commercial success, he’s a truly great director worth knowing and celebrating for the whole of his work, even crap like “The Color Purple” and “Jurassic Park II.”
I guess what annoyed me most about the movie, as an American, was the moronic treatment of my own (and Spielberg’s) nationality, especially as it is contrasted with the noble Japanese (whose quest for honor is about the only thing this film sees fit to honor). In a very good documentary that accompanies the DVD, Spielberg reveals that both John Wayne and arlton Heston declined the role of Joseph Stilwell, complaining the movie was anti-American. Bless those boys. Having my country bashed around isn’t so awful in itself, it’s a strong nation that’s withstood worse, but if you want to take on Old Glory, the material better be a mite better than the likes of “My name’s Wild Bill Kelso, and don’t you forget it” or a house falling into the Santa Monica coastline.
Hey, I did like the dummy, however.
1941 (1979)
Review by Wayne Malin
No masterpiece, but funny and very interesting,
Very loud, very big and very funny fictional account of a supposed Japanese invasion of Los Angeles in 1941, after the bombing of Pearl Harbor. There are many plotlines throughout the film–too many to summarize here. Basically, this is the most unusual Spielberg film I’ve ever seen (and his only bomb). It’s from the bigger is funnier school of humor–Spielberg’s only big comedy. There’s lots of gunfire, lots of fights, lots of screaming (in full stereo) and tons of destruction (an entire amusement park is destroyed, a few city blocks of Los Angeles and a big beautiful house). As for the acting–it varies wildly. Tim Matheson plays a lt. who has the hots for Nancy Allen who only gets excited in moving planes–they’re both cute and funny. Dan Aykroyd is wasted. John Belushi is annoying. Robert Stack is amusing. Ned Beatty and Lorraine Gary are funny, but underused. Treat Williams is violent and very unfunny. And where else can you see Christopher Lee play a German? The film is too long (I saw the 2 1/2 director’s cut) and it doesn’t always work…but when it does, it’s hilarious! A definite highlight is the jitterbug sequence–unfortunately, it has a violent conclusion in which a very likable character is punched out three times. Terrific John Williams score too. The ending credits are quite interesting–it shows each cast character screaming! You may hate this film, but it’s definetely a one of a kind. It’s a cult classic in Europe.
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