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by Brett Gallman
When we last saw Steven Spielberg, he was in John Ford territory with “War Horse,” a film whose final shot especially recalled the old master’s fondness for rousing sublimity. As such, you might assume that Spielberg would take a similar route by crafting a melodramatic spiritual successor to "Young Mr. Lincoln"; however, this isn't quite the case since this "Lincoln" is both a measured historical dissection and a stirring biography.The title betrays the film as a standard issue, cradle-to-the-grave biopic when it’s actually a riveting political drama that’s as engaging as it is inspiring in its exploration of the world around Lincoln. In truth, the film paints a wider portrait of the political machinery operating behind the Civil War; however, the sixteenth president casts a long shadow, and the result is the most comprehensive cinematic portrait of Lincoln: his genius, his triumphs, his failings, his folksiness, and, most importantly, his overwhelming greatness.
"Remember when the Grand Old Party lived up to its name?"
Based on Doris Kearns Goodwin’s book “Team of Rivals: The Political Genius of Abraham Lincoln,” Spielberg’s film peers into a brief but crucial window in history. A couple of months after Lincoln’s re-election, the war is winding to its conclusion, which is both a boon and a burden for the president. On the one hand, the its end preserves the Union; on the other, it also ensures that even a preserved Union is likely to still abide slavery. Contrary to the grade school perception of history, slavery didn’t end with the Emancipation Proclamation, nor was it snuffed out by default when Lee surrendered at Appomattox.
Instead, Lincoln and the Republican party faced dissention within congress over the passage of the Thirteenth Amendment that would outlaw slavery, so the film chronicles his administration’s furious attempt to ram the bill through the House before the war’s end drains the perceived political need for the amendment. The president, of course, is looking beyond its immediate function and views it as a victory for fundamental human rights, and the film rightly presents him as a woodsy Machiavellian figure masquerading as some sort of an underdog.
While history has revealed the Democrats’ folly in underestimating Lincoln, this film accurately presents him as a beleaguered leader under siege from a fractious segment of his own government, so it sort of unfolds like a conventional underdog story that finds Lincoln and his cabinet unafraid to muck around in political grey areas. This isn’t unfailingly honest Old Abe from schoolbooks on display here but instead a shrewd, calculating statesman who deploys associates to engage in dirty work on his behalf, and the film’s through-line tracks the administration’s progress in securing the remaining necessary votes--many of which are essentially bribed and bought off by a trio of lobbyists--from dissenting Democrats.
Far from a ponderous, mechanical political procedural, Tony Kushner’s script injects the film with wit and warmth without undercutting its momentous drama. The film is remarkably entertaining and fascinating despite a sprawling approach that supplements Lincoln’s public struggle with his private, familial conflicts. Presenting a more intimate view of Lincoln’s life, this dimension reveals that the president had to navigate a different sort of minefield behind closed doors; lined with his eccentric but influential wife’s grief, his son’s desire to join the Union cause, and his own lingering regret over his youngest son’s death, the president somehow managed to tiptoe around all of this and lead the country through its most tumultuous era.
By the end of the film, you’re of course presented with the portrait of an extraordinary man, but I was more struck by Daniel Day Lewis’s ability to exist beyond the historical monolith. As President Lincoln, he’s the new standard bearer; not only does he physically match the sixteenth’s president’s craggy looks and awkward gait, but he also brings a folksy, Kentuckian lilt to Lincoln’s voice that’s more historically accurate than the booming, authoritative delivery enshrined in pop culture. Not that Lewis’s Lincoln isn’t authoritative, a fact that becomes clear as soon as he commands the screen without even being glimpsed during the film’s opening scene. From his first lines, there is no mistaking Lewis as anyone but Abraham Lincoln, as the actor transcends performance; this is something of a complete transformation that’s done in a most unassuming and unobtrusive manner.
Lewis’s ability to simply glide into the role is never more evident than it is during the film’s smaller, quieter scenes, of which there are many; the performance here often feels like the natural extension of Henry Fonda’s in Ford’s “Young Mr. Lincoln,” as Lewis captures the homespun, personal qualities that made Lincoln so endearing. He provides the all-time definitive answer about which president you’d like to have a beer with: it’s Lincoln, specifically his Lincoln, a guy who was just comfortable commanding a room and drawing in an audience by spinning some anecdotal yarn. An earnest, undiluted sense of pure humanity flows from the performance that renders Lincoln into a simple man thrust into extraordinary circumstances; if not for those circumstances, it’d be tempting to call “Lincoln” a slice of life film since its most effective moments often feature Lincoln amongst the common folk awestruck by his presence. However, Lewis never allows the president to condescendingly tower above them; it’s quite a feat and a reminder that Lincoln was at his most presidential away from the stump.
Spielberg’s incredible ensemble surrounds Lewis with equally matched talent that pushes “Lincoln” beyond its one-man show confines. This is an incredible movie shouldered by nearly a dozen fine performances; most prominent is Tommy Lee Jones as famed abolitionist Thaddeus Stevens, here fuelled by spitfire and pointed, witty barbs. Jones is often in loveable curmudgeon mode, but there’s also a great, understated moment late in the film that finds Stevens alone in the congressional chamber on the eve of the amendment’s vote, and the momentousness is felt in the actor’s body language. We’ve only spent a couple of hours with this character, but it’s clear that his entire life has come down to this moment, so Spielberg finds a nice balance between the levity and poignancy found in the character. The performance is so good that it almost demands its own spin-off, “Thaddeus Stevens: Democrat Slayer.”
Sally Field arguably gives the most faceted and nuanced performance as Mary Todd Lincoln, a complicated figure who demands the almost schizophrenic turn here. Like her husband, she’s able to publicly shed the grief that privately torments her, and Field is at her best when she’s right there on the political front lines with her husband. She’s every bit as tough as the president, and the fiery Field even holds her own against Jones’s Stevens in one of the film’s more memorable encounters.
With so many noteworthy performances, it seems a disservice to even undersell one of them. David Strathairn provides stability as Secretary of State William Seward, and the chemistry he shares with Lewis makes for an uncanny relationship built on respect, admiration, and even a little tough love. The cadre of lobbyists assembled by Seward is perhaps the most unexpected delight; spearheaded by James Spader, the trio (rounded out by John Hawkes and Tim Blake-Nelson) bring a refreshing comic touch to the political proceedings. Joseph Gordon-Levitt cements his place as one of his generation’s most legitimate actors in the role of the bleeding heart idealist aching to move to the front lines. Simply put, there’s not a bad performance in the bunch, and each actor is finely tuned on the same wavelength by Spielberg.
The director is the guiding force, but Spielberg’s touch is arguably as subtle as it’s ever been. He knows he’s assembled one of the most impressive casts of his career, so he lets them carry the load; likewise, his production design is sturdy and correct, photographed with lush acuity by Janusz Kamiński, so the period is authentically realized with a sparse natural quality. Spielberg’s most important move is not leaning too far into it; while there are some typical Spielbergian moments, swelled to import by John Williams’s rousing score, this isn’t a mawkish sizzle reel for your consideration. To see how he tackles Lincoln different from Ford, one needs to only look at the way he uses Lincoln’s storytelling; whereas these asides served as grand, sermonizing moments, whereas they’re mostly just nice, warm little anecdotes here that reveal Lincoln as a master everyman.
If anything, this is just Spielberg doing what he does best: telling tight, engaging stories; in fact, you can see him honing those same old suspense skills from early in his career since the whole movie is essentially a race against time, with Lincoln manipulating both the Confederacy’s negotiated surrender and the Thirteenth Amendment. The climax centered around the House’s vote for the measure’s passage is truly riveting, edge-of-your seat stuff; never mind that the outcome is obvious to anyone with a working knowledge of American history--it simply doesn’t matter because Spielberg has so masterfully invested into this world and these characters, particularly its ideals and ideas.
The more I reflect on “Lincoln,” the more astonishing it is--it’s a film with one of the all time great performances, yet Lewis doesn’t really overshadow anyone. It’s a Civil War film where the war dwells in the background, always spurring the characters on to urgency. It’s a film with the highest of stakes and tension, yet it breathes with humor and humanity as it entertainingly zips through its complex story.
Most astonishingly, it’s a biopic that only needs the course of a month to accurately depict its subject. No period better defined Lincoln than his waning days, and there was never a better stage for his political acumen and his personable dignity. Lincoln is fairly revered but not grossly lionized in the film, as Kushner’s script doesn’t shy away from the man’s own complicated views and the quandaries the age presented him.
“Greatness” is a vague term, but it can hardly be debated that Lincoln earned the label, and Spielberg and Lewis capture this quality above everything else. Whether Lincoln is grandstanding in front of thousands or simply mulling over an important decision in the company of two soldiers sending a telegraph, that greatness never wavers. Lewis’s masterful turn produces awe not only for the performance itself, but for the man he brings to life.
Awe and wonder have often guided Spielberg’s career, and they guide “Lincoln” as well; however, they do so through mature restraint rather than spectacle, as Spielberg has made one of his most accomplished films. Because it carries a message that speaks across the ages and to our own current political gridlock, it’d be easy to regard “Lincoln” cynically; our struggles are simply different and the parties have switched sides, so it’s hard not to bemoan just how little things have changed in over a hundred years. However, Spielberg predictably refuses to deal in cynicism, which makes him the ideal candidate to direct a film that’s as inspiring and deeply moving as “Lincoln.” His only true misstep comes at the end, when he unnecessarily clutters things with Lincoln’s death.He belongs to the ages, indeed, which is perhaps why Spielberg is at least shrewd enough to remind us that Lincoln’s words lived on after the man. We’d be wise to heed them.
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originally posted: 11/21/12 00:06:04