BRAVEHEART

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“Just TRY and take our fine assortment of leather mugs!”

Mel gets medieval on our asses…

When the Legend becomes fact, print the Legend.
— from THE MAN WHO SHOT LIBERTY VALANCE.

War is Mel.

Reprising his MAD MAX BEYOND THUNDERDOME hairdo, donning a slimming skort, pumping up the man-ceps and dropping an accent that is either Scottish or some form of Indonesian elvish, Mel Gibson brings the thunder as revolutionary Scotsman William Wallace, historical figure made mythical mantoy in BRAVEHEART.

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Scotland’s cucumbers are yours no more!

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Every man dies. Not every man truly lives to wear a skirt.

Written by an actual descendant of the Scot warrior, Randall Wallace, and directed by Gibson’s massive arms, BRAVEHEART takes us to 1300’s Scotland, as Wallace, with his mullet on stun, leads Scots and Irish forces to free Scotland from the stranglehold of English King Edward Longshanks (Edward I, played by Patrick McGoohan with delicious contempt).

BRAVEHEART is one of the last great epic battle films, if not the last, to use actual people in crowded combat rather than computer blips – the battle scenes are some of the best you will ever see for choreography, editing, kineticism, brutality – yet the movie does not shirk on sterling characters, nuanced acting chops, moral ambiguity, political treachery, heart-aching romance, and a soundtrack by James Horner to match its majestic sweep. BRAVEHEART is truly Mel’s masterwork, all legend, extra cheese, thundering hooves, swampy castles, weak-chested nobles and iron-thewed warriors covered in layers of kilt and poo. Mel is not so much worried about recreating history as recreating the way the light slopes off his muddied deltoids.

Returning to his village after being raised by his uncle (Brian Cox, looking like a rugged Billy Connolly), Wallace finds his beloved homeland cringing under the iron fist of English garrisons, who are given the right by King Edward Longshanks to prima nocte – the “first night” with new brides married in their jurisdiction. Edward considers it “Scotland, my land!” and hopes to “breed the Scots out” by ordering prima nocte. He tells his court, “The trouble with Scotland – is that it’s full of Scots.” McGoohan owns the trigger-tempered Longshanks, whose delivery is hilarious in its haughtiness.

Wallace avoids political squabbles, yet the antagonism of the resident English garrison forces his hand to war when they kill his secretly-married bride, Murron (Catherine McCormack).

In a berserker rage Wallace decimates the garrison almost singlehandedly in a hand-to-hand battle which presages the lethal beauty to come – ruthless, wide-eyed and vicious, his vengeance palpable, his kinsmen following his lead; impact weapons, mallets, maces, clawed spears, and Wallace kicking the garrison commander against a pole and slitting his throat as emotionlessly as the commander slit Murron’s.

The English retaliate. It’s on!

Wallace, who just wanted to raise crops peacefully, finds himself leading Scotland in repelling England from Scottish shores, then taking the battle to English shores by invading York and beheading its prince, to quell Longshanks’s ambitions at their source.

Wallace warns all the enemy soldiers he spares, “Tell them that Scotland’s daughters and her sons are yours no more. Tell them Scotland is free.”

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…And Mel looked out over the breadth of his domain and wept,
for there were no new arses left to paint blue.

The great Brendan Gleeson is Wallace’s best friend, Hamish; rugged James Cosmo is Hamish’s father and unstoppable battlehound, Campbell; Sean McGinley is Murron’s glowering father; Angus Macfadyen is suitably regal and simultaneously limp-principled as nobleman Robert the Bruce, with a crazed recluse father who looks like Gerard Depardieu in leper makeup – Robert will be Wallace’s Judas; an eccentric performance by David O’Hara as Stephen the Irish loon; Tommy Flanagan is the wronged husband of a prima nocte wife.

In the celebration scene where an English soldier claims Flanagan’s wife, we realize Mel’s filmmaking talent – for what he leaves OUT. He allows his characters “silences”; Flanagan’s wife whispers to him sadly as she is led away – we hear nothing but the heartbreaking soundtrack. Again, at the marriage of Longshanks’s willowy son, Prince Edward (Peter Hanly) to French princess Isabelle (buttery Sophie Marceau), wordless glances between characters reveal the prince’s manboy proclivities; earlier, at the funeral of Wallace’s father, the cute little girl playing young Murron gives the young boy Wallace a thistle, wordlessly; as tears edge his eyes, she alone notices his pain and makes this gesture, which we discover later, he will cherish all his life. As she totters off, we start to cry. Well, at least I did. When mulleted Mel later tells Murron flippantly, “I love you; always have,” we understand the depth behind his nonchalance…

Ahem – But how about them battle scenes, eh?!

Stirling: a baptism by fire, as the amassed Scots want to turn tail, faced with English “heavy cavalry, and armored horse that shake the very ground.” But Wallace shows that he was not just a master tactician, he was also a charismatic cheesemaker, as he throws down an iconic speech that is not lifted from the Inspirational Movie Speeches Handbook, but which has since been included as a modern classic:

Aye, fight and you may die. Run, and you’ll live, at least a while. And dying in your beds, many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days, from this day to that, for one chance – just one chance – to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they’ll never take – our FREEDOM!

And all while painted blue.

We are there, as the English armored horse canter toward the kilted Scottish battle formations; we smell the wet grass underhoof, we sense the pounding thunder as they close in bent on massacre; as tree-spears lie at our feet – a surprise attack in full view – Wallace calls, “Hold!… hold!… hold!…” (“The smell of acrid smoke and horses’ breath / As we plunge on into certain death” – The Trooper, Iron Maiden) And just before the equine tsunami breaks upon us in banshee ululation – we raise the tree-spears. Into horse flesh.

And all Mel breaks loose.


Longshanks returns from France to find his son and his unmentioned lover Philip (Stephen Billington) dressed like peacocks, having done nothing to quell Wallace’s invasion of England. Except invade each other. When Longshanks takes delivery of the Prince of York’s head in a basket, Philip – oh, aquiline-nosed, girl-cheekboned Philip – pipes up, “We must stop him!” to which Longshanks asks rhetorically, his temper at this point a mushroom-cloud-layin’ motherfucker, motherfucker, “Who is this person who speaks to me as if I needed his advice?”

Prince Edward replies, “I have declared Philip my high counselor.” Philip backs it up with, “I am skilled in the arts of war” (if by ‘war’ he means 10 guys gettin’ medieval on his ass in the latrine). And we just know someone’s going to get thrown out a window…

With all the brutality and political intrigue and everyone smeared in poo, we overlook the excellent prologue to this film – Wallace as a small boy (promising young actor, James Robinson) waking to find his father and brother tricked to their deaths by Longshanks. His father’s advice would inform Wallace’s life: “I know you’re a good fighter, but the wits make the man,” “Your heart is free. Have the courage to follow it.”

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Inventing the Slow Walk Away From Explosion, 1300’s represent!

BRAVEHEART is not a historical document, and doing the research will only muddle the truth about William Wallace all the more. Rather, Randall Wallace and Mel Gibson have crafted a stylistic juggernaut tribute to a man who heavily affected Scotland’s history. And if we are to believe this film, he also sowed his seed with princess Isabelle, so he affected England’s history as well. And it’s an incredibly brave performance by Mel, considering he can’t do a Scottish accent.

Wallace is brought down by betrayal, and his execution cry is – “FREEDOM!” But the concept of personal freedom was alien to peoples who were inculcated to believe their royalty was emplaced by gods. He might as well have shouted “DEMOCRACY!” – another concept as alien to the people of the times as democracy is to the American presidents who prop up dictators around the world and pretend like it’s the oppressed country’s fault that they don’t have democracy.

As BRAVEHEART’s opening narration tells us, “History is written by those who have hanged heroes.”

He doesn’t mean US, does he?

END

Braveheart_titleBRAVEHEART (May 1995) R
Director: Mel Gibson.
Writer: Randall Wallace.
Music: James Horner.
Starring: Mel Gibson, Patrick McGoohan, James Cosmo, Sean McGinley, Brian Cox, Peter Hanly, Sophie Marceau, Stephen Billington, Barry McGovern, Angus Macfadyen, Catherine McCormack, Brendan Gleeson, Tommy Flanagan, Peter Mullan, James Robinson.
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