We Are Marshall
There are two extremely difficult types of films to successfully make: films based on true stories and ones that revolve around a sport. Sports movies are often formulaic, manipulative and clichť infested, to the point where theyíre all made in the exact same mold, with only the slightly altered subject matter to set them apart. Films ďbased on true eventsĒ are delicate endeavors because their stories must properly represent the real people and events they depict. Unfortunately for We Are Marshall, itís the true story of a football team that inevitably succeeds only in spurts, and is ultimately undone by McGís (is that a name?) lackluster direction and poor storytelling. By the end of the film, one can only wonder what it could have been in the hands of a more capable director.
We Are Marshall tells the story of the 1970 Marshall University football team, who are tragically killed when their plane crashes while returning home from a road game. The 75 deaths of players, coaches, and fans tears through Huntington, West Virginia, a town that lives and breathes Marshall Football. But what some people donít realize is that itís more than just a football team on the plane; itís sons, brothers, fathers, fiancťs, and friends who donít return to Huntington that night. The students and surviving players feel itís their duty to carry on the team, while the victimís families donít see any good left in football. Saddled with these issues of grief, mourning and respectful remembrance, school President Donald Dedmon (David Strathairn) finally succumbs to the pressure of the students and hires a new coach. The man for the job is Jack Lengyel (Matthew McConaughey), but only because heís the lone coach whoís willing to take on the responsibility of rebuilding the Marshall Football Program, and bringing the town of Huntington back to life.
With its footballs slicing through the night air while players with outstretched arms leap in slo-mo anticipation, We Are Marshallís biggest fault is that it brings nothing new to the sports genre. Instead it has the speeches, the team infighting and subsequent re-bonding, the proverbial familial support for the bewildered coaches and of course, the inevitable dependence on the final lob to the end zone for its climactic finale. How many times do we need to see it before it becomes annoying? Itís as if McG and screenwriter Jamie Linden used the previously released football films of 2006 (Gridiron Gang and Invincible) as a storyboard for We Are Marshall; theyíve essentially regurgitated scene after scene from these and many other mediocre football movies. Rather than attempting to use film as a vessel for presenting the tragedy with a refreshing perspective and the vigor it deserves, McG forces a tired and lazy effort thatís only watchable because of some decent acting and the sorrowful subject matter.
Matthew Fox provides the film with its only genuine life in his portrayal of Red Dawson, the guilt-ridden lone survivor of the 1970 coaching staff who avoided the fateful crash when he decided to take a recruiting drive instead of the flight home. Strathairn gives a solidly subdued performance as the caring school President, and McConaughey is merely passable as the happy-go-lucky Coach Lengyel. In a film that seriously lacks positives, at least Fox provides a few scenes of resonance and quality that extend beyond situational manipulation and graze the threshold of good filmmaking. Unfortunately, itís much too little and way too late to salvage anything above mediocrity for Marshall.
In bringing us a film that jumps from being emotionally gripping in one scene to utterly boring the next, McG shows heís truly weak behind the camera, and last in the long line of directors whoíve failed to bring sport to the big screen. Maybe itís just too daunting to fuse these uplifting sports dramas with enough cinematic value to please anyone other than a die hard sports fan whoís blind to the make-up of a truly great film, because thatís certainly the case with We Are Marshall.
Despite being largely disappointed with the film, I still had high hopes for the Special Features section. Most of this optimism stemmed from my expectation that thereíd be some sort of documentary-like feature with the real life characters of the film, but once again I was let down. Thereís only one redeeming quality to the disc section of We Are Marshall, and thatís a thirty-minute special called Legendary Coaches that actually has very little to do with Marshall at all.
Legendary Coaches features five-minute mini interviews with various coaches, starting with Jack Lengyel (okay so they do give a pity mention to Marshall) and a bunch of others whoíre far more legendary than the man who led the Young Thundering Herd. These include Bobby Bowden, Pat Summit, Lute Olsen, John Wooden and George Horton, all of whom have very interesting and heart-felt thoughts on their coaching experiences. Lengyel does provide an insightful look into the issues that he faced in 1971, but itís much to short and simply leaves you wanting more. As much as I enjoyed Legendary Coaches, itís beyond me why they didnít include a longer and more in depth conversation with Lengyel, who couldíve added a lot more perspective to McGís film.
After the thirty-minute mini-show, thereís literally nothing even remotely special about the rest of the features section. Thereís a lengthy commercial for the state of West Virginia, an advertisement for Marshall University, and a theatrical trailer of the film Ė thatís it. Pretty bare for a Special Features section, especially for a film with significant feature potential; you could almost make a whole other movie with all of the background information. And after doing some research, I discovered that theyíve done exactly that. Marshall University: Ashes to Glory is a documentary style combination of interviews with people who had close ties to the Thundering Heard and the town of Huntington. Even though Iíve never seen it, I suspect itís the best material on the subject, and certainly a better option than buying We Are Marshall.
Reviewed By: J.D. McNamara