Imagine my surprise at finding Sam Mendes’ 1917 to be my Best Picture favorite. It has a few things working against it. We just did the elegiac British war epic thing with Christopher Nolan’s Dunkirk two years ago – it was very good, but must we dwell? There’s also the make-or-break strategy of presenting the entire film as one uninterrupted shot – Mendes, master cinematographer Roger Deakins and editor Lee Smith (Oscar winner for Dunkirk, by the by…) pull this off with revelatory success – but how much genuine art and drama must be diminished to labor over the elaborate mechanics of the clever visual gimmick? Did they really think that this was such a good idea in Birdman (2014) that they couldn’t resist it here?
From its first few minutes, their visual approach pays off, hooks you, and eventually seems like the best way they could have possibly told this story with these characters in this place. Two very young soldiers, Blake and Schofield, are ordered to traverse a perilously unfriendly, bombed-out stretch of Northern France to deliver a written order to another regiment preventing them from commencing an attack for which the German army have set a trap. Their success will save the lives of 1,600 fellow soldiers, including Blake’s own brother, an officer with the battalion.
We then, through the camera’s eye, follow closely behind, alongside and generally near to everything these two men do, everything they encounter, share a smile over, do battle with, sharing moment-to-moment fears and small victories on their way to fulfilling their mission. The historical template, and the digital trickery, might presuppose a bit of comfortable distance on the action, and, mercifully, it sometimes does. But the overall effect is immersive and emotionally evocative. The narrative isn’t just about what happens – it’s mostly about who it happens to, and since we’re far more intimately connected with them than most films attempt, we soon feel we have our own emotional stake in whatever happens. And, oh my, stuff happens…
The shooting style of 1917, almost miraculously, never feels claustrophobic in that whooshing stop-with-the-Steadicam way that lesser movies fall into. Once or twice the style reminded me of first-person shooter video games, but only fleetingly. They didn’t emulate that here, but you get why first-person video games are so popular. There’s a filmmaking dissertation to be written on how Roger Deakins got his cameras to do that, over and over again.
The best war movies celebrate normal people in extraordinary circumstances, and enable us to share the exhilarations and heartbreaks of our fellow human beings in those situations. Saving Private Ryan (1998) shares with this film a deeply personal subtext to a narratively straightforward war movie plot. But I think this film might even be better, as an experience and as a well-told story. It’s an impressive collaboration between a thrilling story (loosely based on shared stories from Mendes’ own grandfather) and the technology that tells it as well as it can be told. That there isn’t a best actor nod coming out of here is a shame, but I suspect there are better things to come for George MacKay after this.
There’s no aspect of this film I didn’t like, or that I had reservations about. Everyone involved did exactly what they set out to do. I’m gonna keep working on whether there’s a better recent war film out there. Right now I can’t think of it. This is the Best Picture of the 2020 Oscars.