Review: War Horse

Let's get this straight from the start: the Tintin/War Horse double does not repeat Steven Spielberg's 1993/1994 double whammy of Jurassic Park and Schindler's List (the former enormo box office and the latter Oscar kudos).

Tintin is occasionally inspired yet sometimes leaden; embraced wholeheartedly by the French and the Belgians, the boy detective has met with critical support but the commercial cold shoulder from many territories, proving that even Spielberg's and Peter Jackson's names can't convince audiences to take a punt on a character they've never heard of.

War Horse has not crossed over in the US - undoubtedly the lack of awards nominations and wins has hampered it, especially as it positively screams 'Im an Oscar contender!'

The film has of course performed much better in the UK: straight in at number one two weekends ago with £4m, and then it held on to the top spot last weekend with only a small drop. This performance is clearly aided by the play's success in the UK, although without awards success, it will be intriguing to see if the film can maintain its box office momentum over the next fortnight.

As with elsewhere in the world, UK critical response has been varied: laudatory to mediocre paints the picture well enough. The combination of Spielberg and a well-loved text/play generates high expectations for many, me included.

And I can report that there are moments of rare cinematic brilliance on show, but also some misjudgements the logic behind which are hard to fathom.

Spielberg decides to go for the emotional jugular from the very beginning: this is absolutely intended to be an old-fashioned four-hankie weepie as the titular equine hero bears witness not only to mankind's compassion but also its continued brutality. Fortunately the compassion just about outweighs the brutality - but only just.

Did I need the four hankies? God, yes! Our hero's first triumph brings a huge lump to the throat; the scene in no man's land leaves you grieving for the generation that fell in the fields across Europe (while throwing in one moment of mordant wit that nearly broke me); and the finale competes with The Return Of The King for the most endings pregnant with emotion (even as I write this, there's a lump in my throat and a tear in my eye from just recalling those scenes).

The WWI battle scenes are not in the Private Ryan territory as this is a family film (this is the first time that Spielberg has tackled the Great War), and I’m bound to compare his trench scenes with Kubrick’s Paths Of Glory (and Stanley’s are better).

From a massive European cast, Tom Hiddleston takes my man of the match trophy for his performance as Captain Nicholls. Peter Mullan and Emily Watson also deserve mentions in dispatches.

Cinematographer Janusz Kaminski delivers some incredible images, but is also guilty of over-egging, and at one or two points the lighting is just appalling.

John Williams almost inevitably lays the score on a bit thick in places.

At its best, War Horse soars and is a 10, but elsewhere it’s disappointing, almost as if Spielberg and his team were rushed (and they weren’t), and thus my score must reflect this.
Score: 8/10