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What So Proudly We Hail

Sure, The Patriot is mawkish nationalism disguised as summer entertainment, but we'll wave the flag anyway

Despite what many believe, it doesn't come down to explosions, star power or millions of greenbacks thrown at the producers. The true indicator of success for a summer movie is The Moment, that one memorable scene that sticks in your head, the one that Billy Crystal parodies the following spring because he knows everyone will get the joke. There are numerous contenders in The Patriot, from a tomahawk being embedded in a forehead to Mel Gibson wielding the American flag as a weapon, but none so adrenalizing as a simple person-to-person exchange of words. As militia leader Benjamin Martin (Gibson) is leaving the residence of British General Cornwallis under a flag of truce, sadistic underling Tavington (the icily English Jason Isaacs) is furious that he can't shoot the emissary, so he tries to taunt him into launching the first attack by referring to Martin's dead son as "a stupid little boy." Martin stops dead in his tracks, turns around and makes direct eye contact. He slowly walks up to Tavington, stares him down, and without raising his voice, simply says: "Before this war is over, I'm going to kill you." Then he turns and walks away. Cue massive audience applause. Dirty Harry would be proud.

That this dramatic moment comes from a character who was swearing off war and violence about an hour earlier makes it just that much more of a thrill. It's the sort of thing that epic films (hell, books too) are made of. Before all you peace lovers get too worked up, however, let's remember that virtually every action movie justifies gun use. This is just the latest in a well-traveled genre, and it's every bit as sentimental and chain-jerking as you'd imagine. It also works like a charm. All the marks are hit in an obvious fashion, but you fall for them nonetheless.

For maximum enjoyment, it helps to forget about historical accuracy. Ignore, for instance, the depiction of prewar Charleston, South Carolina, as a city of streets covered in mud -- yet not one citizen with less than shiny white socks. Ignore the misspelling of Thomas Paine's name in Martin's newspaper. Ignore the fact that Martin owns a big estate in the South, and yet all the blacks working on it are treated well and paid a fair wage. (This, despite the fact Martin is reputedly based upon Francis Marion, a notorious racist who raped his slaves and hunted the Cherokee for sport.) Oh, and ignore the fact that all of six people in the entire film speak with a Southern accent. Once you can do that, there's much fun to be had.

Gabriel's trumpet: Heath Ledger (right) 
as Benjamin Martin's son gradually drags his reluctant father (Mel Gibson) into the Revolutionary War.
Andrew Cooper
Gabriel's trumpet: Heath Ledger (right) as Benjamin Martin's son gradually drags his reluctant father (Mel Gibson) into the Revolutionary War.

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"I'm a parent," says Martin, when an old military colleague tries to recruit him to fight on principle. "I haven't got the luxury of principles." Naturally it's his role as a parent that eventually will suck him in. He can't stop his eldest son, Gabriel (10 Things I Hate About You's Heath Ledger), from signing up to impress the ladies, but when Gabriel is captured by the dastardly Colonel Tavington, things change. Martin first makes a plea for clemency, insisting that couriers (of which Gabriel is one) cannot be held as POWs under the rules of war. Tavington's curt response: "Well, we're not going to hold him. We're going to hang him." The next-eldest son protests and is promptly killed for his efforts. And we all know what happens to Mel Gibson when the baddies lay their hands on a family member. It's Mad Max time.

Strapping on the guns and wielding a mean Cherokee tomahawk, he leads his two remaining sons on a head-smashing rescue mission to save Gabriel. But even when that's done, he still doesn't want to join the army, at least until his homestead is burned to the ground. "You've done nothing for which you should be ashamed," says sister-in-law Charlotte (Joely Richardson), after Martin has taught his young boys how to kill. "I've done nothing, and for that I am ashamed," he replies, at which point we know some serious blood is about to be spilled. Before long, he and Gabriel are rounding up a militia and teaching the English, who fight mostly by a strict set of rules, a thing or two about guerrilla warfare.

There are some rather silly interludes, including a recurring metaphor about Martin's late wife and the North Star, and a gag about drinking ink that is drawn out way too long. Otherwise, screenwriter Robert Rodat has done an effective job of transposing his Saving Private Ryan screenplay to colonial times (accompanied once more by an overbearing John Williams soundtrack), complete with graphic shots of cannonballs taking people's limbs off. And while many might be put off by the mere mention of director Roland Emmerich (Godzilla, Independence Day), the fact is he knows how to make a good image. It's just that his usual screenwriter, Dean Devlin, can't write worth a damn. Subtract Devlin from the story equation -- he gets only a producer credit here -- and the problem is mostly solved, although Emmerich still can't seem to get a handle on women. As in every one of his American films save for Universal Soldier, the female lead is more a plot device than an actual character.

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