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Honor Roles

De Niro and Gooding use an uplifting film to dive for Oscars

November may mean Thanksgiving to most of you, but in the film biz it means a rush of "serious" films trying to gouge an impression into the short memories of Oscar voters. This shouldn't be a bad thing, but since the relationship between "Oscar" and "actual interesting filmmaking" is nearly random (if not downright inverse), it often is.

Men of Honor has Oscar bait written all over it. Were you to use the latest Cray supercomputers to analyze and design an Oscar contender, this is what it would come up with. A real-life story filled with inspirational uplift; a strong central character, played by an immensely likable actor; liberal social consciousness; more inspirational uplift; thrilling struggle against seemingly insurmountable odds; two respected stars, who already have three Oscars between them; and of course, yet even still more inspirational uplift. While it's not as altogether cloying as that description may imply, Men of Honor does have no shame about overplaying its hand.

Cuba Gooding Jr. stars as Carl Brashear, a black man born to a hardworking family of Kentucky sharecroppers in 1931. Correctly spotting the military as the surest way to break from the tenacious cycle of poverty, long hours of menial labor and lack of education, Brashear joins the navy in 1948, just as President Truman orders the armed forces to desegregate. Like most black sailors in those days, Brashear is immediately consigned to working in the galley, but after spotting the heroic behavior of Billy Sunday (Robert De Niro), Brashear grows determined to become a navy salvage diver, a specialty considered completely off-limits to minorities.

Sunday may be an unbelievably courageous diver, but he's also a foul, vindictive racist, as Brashear discovers two years later. Our hero's endless series of applications to diving school has finally broken down the resistance of a discriminatory navy, and he is transferred to a diving school in Bayonne, New Jersey, where Sunday is now head instructor. Sunday's attitudes are in no way distinctive: The officer in charge of the facility, senile "Mister Pappy" (Hal Holbrook), is, if anything, even more racist, and the enlisted men are no better, save one single, slightly dim white boy (Michael Rapaport).

Like many biopics, Men of Honor runs into structural problems in presenting the highlights of Brashear's life. It's really two stories, vaguely bound together by a common theme and by the fictional composite character of Sunday: The first 75 minutes present the hero's insanely arduous struggle to become a navy diver; the final 45 minutes are set almost 20 years later, when Brashear is badly injured during a critical rescue mission. With his left leg so badly mangled that he can't dive anymore, Brashear makes a decision that seems almost insane (not to mention gruesome): He requests that his leg be amputated so that he can be fitted with a prosthetic and return to work. Of course, even then he must fight the navy bureaucrats who, despite this mad sacrifice, still don't want to let him back in the water.

While both of the stories have to do with Noble Perseverance Against Stacked Odds, they really are two altogether different narratives. The first pits Brashear against racism, the second against a self-interested bureaucracy. In the first section, Sunday is presented as the embodiment of Brashear's enemies. In the second, he becomes the ally of the latter in a totally dissimilar fight. The film suddenly has to establish a new enemy, a caricature named Captain Hanks (David Conrad), a slick college-boy type with no practical experience and no regard for service tradition. He's supposed to represent some vaguely terrible "new navy."

What "new navy"? Perhaps such a shift in naval administration really occurred in the '50s and '60s, with the hardened old tobacky-chawin' World War II vets replaced by snotty desk jockeys, but Men of Honor stops just short of having Hanks twiddle a handlebar mustache. (When the term "code of honor" is mentioned, Hanks first seems not to have heard of it, then snorts to show contempt for such a naive notion.) And the two episodes are arguably contradictory: Wouldn't the "new navy" bureaucrats have been precisely the people who ended such "honorable" old traditions as, say, the virulent racism detailed in the first hour and a quarter? The film tries to have it both ways, and director George Tillman Jr. (Soul Food) is a skilled enough filmmaker to finesse us past most of this; it's only the next day that you begin thinking, "Hold on a minute"

The second problem that makes Men of Honor less effective is that Brashear, the central character, is, despite Gooding's best efforts, two-dimensional (and I'm not so sure about that second dimension). He has one trait -- determination -- and no inner conflict. He's a virtual perseverance machine. Yes, he has obstacles to overcome, but they're all external; he barely falters for a second. It's the secondary character, Sunday, who has an interesting inner life and who undergoes some kind of change.

De Niro, sporting a haircut that unfortunately calls to mind his recent turn as Fearless Leader in The Adventures of Rocky and Bullwinkle, is a great enough actor to dominate any scene in any script he chooses to be in. And here, he makes us utterly loathe Sunday in the beginning, so much so that presenting his transformation into Mr. Nice Guy is a formidable task. (An introductory scene, which feels like a last-minute add-on, shows the nice post-1960 Sunday, to tip us off not to hate the guy too much.) Tillman's answer is simply to avoid the task altogether. Much of this massive personality change seems to take place off-camera, during the gap between the stories.

There is a suggestion that the change has something to do with Sunday's conquering his alcoholism, or with his reconciliation with his understandably fed-up wife (Charlize Theron, third-billed for what is little more than a cameo), but the opening scene makes it clear that it in fact predates those events. We are left to conclude that having been utterly unmoved by Brashear's first three or four exhibitions of selfless heroism, something about the fourth or fifth one suddenly breaks down Sunday's lifelong attitude of racist contempt. (The scenes of heroism are brilliantly handled, filled with excruciating, nail-biting tension.)

There's no question that Brashear's story, even as filtered through the necessary distortions of filmmaking, is extraordinary and inspiring. Nor should Tillman be denied credit for constructing a spirit-rousing tale. What with Gooding being so noble, Mark Isham's on-the-nose score (which resembles the main theme from Jurassic Park more than a little) and De Niro's transformation, you'd have to be quite the hard-hearted cynic to totally resist the film's inspirational sledgehammer. If you don't view it too analytically, Men of Honor provides almost more uplift than a body can handle.

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