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‘Miracle’ illustrates different side of WWII Italy

Take a hit on the latest Spike Lee joint and you might find yourself tearing up just a bit, for all too many reasons. “Miracle at St. Anna” is the latest in the controversial director’s repertoire, and more notably, his most ambitious. 
It all started with a sculpted head. When an aged banker murders a seemingly innocent customer in broad daylight, police raid the gunman’s apartment only to discover that the man’s record is clean, and that he was hiding a rare Italian head sculpture in his closet. It is a left-field mystery to set up a drawn out period piece that follows four black soldiers (one being the banker in his youth) in WWII Italy. 

 

There’s a kaleidoscope of ideas Lee is trying to mush together: It’s an effort to paint another facet of WWII history that often goes unsaid in modern times — the story of Buffalo Soldiers and race relations from the perspective of black wartime soldiers — and an attempt, if not a cry, to become a mirror to ourselves at what the film believes is a lack of social and governmental progress. 

No one can argue that this is an epic work with almost too much photographic quality in every scene — it’s lush, textured and a cinematographer’s wet dream. But what fails is the crew’s obvious getting-way-ahead-of-itself with plots that intertwine without any rhythm or real true meaning for convergence. Clearly a blank check was handed out at what could have been an organized, though still heavy, contender to become a classic.  And no, the dissonance wasn’t intentional — one is left wondering when caring for the lead role is supposed to begin. 

 

While it isn’t as disastrous as “Heaven’s Gate,” neither is it poignant or aggressive in voice as “Flags of Our Fathers.” If anything, it is a permissible and heavy heartstring-tugger in the context of WWII race relations, the evaluation of the word “freedom” and the backdrop of some seriously gorgeous scenery. 

The work of Lee’s resident film scorer, jazz trumpeter Terence Blanchard, is the only consistent craftsman in tone. A heads up is more than deserved for Blanchard’s signature cinematic jazz sound in this film, especially in its opening sequence that must be experienced in the theatre. 

 

Maybe it is a bit much to call “Miracle at St. Anna” a budget flaunter that will eventually have you sympathizing for its lead characters (there’s a cute kid, and in the context of WWII, I think you know all the tragic instances that come with this formula), but had the tempo and performances been more focused, perhaps getting to the end would have been a well-worth and meaningful ride.

Summary:  The story of four young black soldiers stuck in WWII Italy after surviving an epic friendly fire quagmire, and having saved a young Tuscan boy. And no, it’s not a manifesto. 

 

Our Take:  Perversely long, and borders on the slightly self-absorbed — but that’s all easy to suspend since Lee is a master in manipulating your soft side. Man your Kleenex. 

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