When the World Cup arrives this summer, we’ll see a common banner lining every pitch. One that reads “SAY NO TO RACISM.” As a young American, this seems a relatively dated sentiment, but a friend more savvy to the international scene explained it to me: international soccer offers racial tension a passionate arena to catch flame, and all kinds of race resentment is tied into a country’s national pastime. These already intense matches become entwined with the immensely heated conflict of color, and feverish support of one’s team only fuels the anger. So the banners seem a sad necessity in a twenty-first century still dealing with the ignorance of the past, and it’s this awareness that motivates Invictus. A story that appraises race relations as the simple matter they can be at heart, while ignoring the complex creature they truly are.
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Tedious. That’s the best way I can think to describe it. Over two hours and I looked at my watch often.
The essential flaw here is that Clint Eastwood‘s not saying anything we haven’t really heard before. The message seems to be “war is bad.” Did nobody know this? I suppose there’s a finer point having something to do with the archaic nature of certain cultures, and that change is important and sometimes it can take extreme duress for people to realize that. But again, is there anybody in America who thinks that self-sacrifice in the name of honor is a tradition worth being upheld? I doubt it. So, in the same way that Crash was about twenty years late in its message, so is Iwo Jima about fifty years too late. Continue reading