For my money Hal Ashby was, if not the greatest,
then certainly the most consistent American director of the Seventies. From The Landlord (1970) to Being There (1979) he scarcely put s
foot wrong. One of his earlier efforts was The
Last Detail (1973), a fine and somewhat overlooked film, in which veteran
sailors Jack Nicholson and Otis Young have the job of escorting a young
offender (Randy Quaid) to the brig. Given his youth and naivete they decide to
show him a good time along the way.
The Last
Detail was based on a novel by Darryl Ponicsan, as is Last Flag Flying. It also concerns two older servicemen – in this
case Marines – acting as surrogate mentors to a younger man. So in that sense
this Richard Linklater film is a sequel of sorts to the original; Linklater has
referred to it as a ‘spiritual sequel’.
Sal (Bryan Cranston), Mueller (Laurence Fishburne)
and Doc (Steve Carrell) served in Vietnam in 1973; possibly a nod to The Last Detail which was made in that
year. They have lost touch, but Doc turns up out of the blue at Sal’s bar. He
takes Sal to see Mueller who has now found religion and become a pastor. As
they reminisce at Mueller’s house Doc drops a bombshell; his son has been
killed in Iraq and he wants his old comrades to help him bring him home for
burial.
When he finds out how his son died Doc decides to
forego burial at the National Cemetery in Arlington and instead decides to take
him back to Massachusetts for burial. So, aided by Sal and Mueller, and with
his son’s Army buddy (J.Quinton Johnston) representing the Marines, they travel
cross country to lay the boy to rest.
Part of my issue with Last Flag Flying is how uneven the film is. At times it’s very Planes, Trains, and Automobiles (1987) with a touch of Grumpy Old Men (1993) thrown in. There are some comic moments –
they are mistaken for terrorists, and they treat mobile phones like witchcraft
– which just don’t work and seem out of place.
On the other hand, there are moments when it would
take a heart of stone not to be moved.
I’m not a huge Linklater fan but he is very good
at eliciting genuine human emotion from his cast and with three fine actors it
would be strange if he wasn’t able to do that here. There is one glorious scene
where the four principals are sitting telling war stories in a railway freight
car next to the dead soldier’s coffin. It could be treacly, but it is genuinely
funny and melancholic which only serves to highlight the profound sense of loss
and waste that characterises the story.
Likewise, a final scene which could have been pure
schmaltz is saved and rendered highly moving by Linklater’s handling of thee
very good actors.
As a film, it is a little less than the sum of its
parts. Fishburne’s performance is outstanding while there’s a wee bit too much
of the professional pain in the butt about Cranston for me. Carrell, with
perhaps the hardest role, delivers a performance that is absolutely on the
money.
Last Flag
Flying is a film about the suddenness of loss and the strength of
comradeship. It is also something of a meditation on the nature of sacrifice;
these Vietnam veterans look on Iraq as the Greatest Generation must have looked
on Vietnam. ‘Each generation has its own war’, says Cranston ruefully while the
film acknowledges how very little is achieved by those conflicts.
While far from perfect Last Flag Flying is much better than a lot of films out there. It
has been overlooked by the awards bodies which is fair enough – they’re not important
– but what is more disappointing is the way the film has been overlooked by
distributors. You’re going to have to work hard to find a cinema screening this
film, but I hope you find it’s worth the effort.