***/**** Image A Sound A+ Extras C+
starring Johnny Depp, Armie Hammer, Tom Wilkinson, Helena Bonham Carter
screenplay by Justin Haythe and Ted Elliott & Terry Rossio
directed by Gore Verbinski
by Walter Chaw What Gore Verbinski's The Lone Ranger has going for it, in addition to a genuinely ugly streak of nihilism and a surprisingly high body count, is that it doesn't seek to "darken" its titular boyscout hero so much as offer that his brand of do-gooderism seems naïve and ineffectual in the modern conversation. It's the same tactic taken by Arthur Penn's own picaresque western Little Big Man, the film it most resembles right down to the framing story: an aged narrator relating his sometimes fanciful tale to a modern chronicler, used to amusing effect when the plot gets out of hand, Princess Bride-style. It's like a lot of movies, I guess (including two Simon Wincer westerns, Quigley Down Under and Lightning Jack), which doesn't mean it's derivative so much as it means that it plays like any number of satires of the kind of innocence that made the Lone Ranger character a favourite of impressionable young Americans for generations. It's more the anachronism of The Brady Bunch Movie than the update of Man of Steel, in other words--and the better for it, even if its ultimate message appears to be that the crimson tide has overtaken us, once and for all, and there's no real room left in the world for the idealism represented by a hero with a list of creeds, the first of which is that to have friends one must first be a friend.
Fledgling District Attorney John Reid (Armie Hammer, playing Brandon Fraser) survives the raucous escape of cannibal serial killer (seriously) Butch Cavendish (William Fichtner) to find himself paired with outcast Comanche wendigo-hunter Tonto (Johnny Depp), who's hot on Butch's trail. Reid, wearing a mask made from the vest of his dead, heroic, Texas Ranger brother, shoots only to wing and speaks in perfect, feminine-coded grammar; Tonto, dead bird on head, adds another selfish performance to Depp's growing list of such things, though it somehow manages to be less offensive than distracting for how it's always on the verge of being offensive. There's a flaccid love angle with the widow Reid (Ruth Wilson, the very reincarnation of Kimberly Williams's brief career); a weird cameo by Helena Bonham-Carter as a one-legged whore; and a snarling baddie in industrialist Cole (Tom Wilkinson), but never you mind. Smart folks will note that this is Depp doing Gary Farmer from the Depp-starring Dead Man while lamenting that Dead Man is a masterpiece doomed to have grossed a fraction of a fraction of what The Lone Ranger will. They're right, of course, but smart folks should note as well that Tonto's ex-tribe identifies him at one point as "a band apart," which is, also of course, a reference to Jean-Luc Godard's seminal nouvelle vague masterpiece Bande a part. Not only does it reflect the film's desire to be seen as stylized satire, it works, too, as characterization of the hero and sidekick as eternal outsiders. Clever? Sort of, I guess, but points for trying, and at the end of it all, The Lone Ranger is not so bad a companion piece to the better-and-better Rango as initially feared.
In fact, The Lone Ranger, with its slaughter of dozens of innocents, its moments of real grotesquerie (such as the baddie eating a good guy's heart, reflected in the hero's eyeball), is almost as weird as Rango. Consider that the aged Tonto narrator figure is housed in a hall of curiosities at a travelling carnival, just next door to the freak tent. Consider, too, that any tale talking about the connecting of the transcontinental railroad and Manifest Destiny has the inevitable ending of an indigenous people occupying an almost impossible space in our representative wonderland. Depp's Tonto isn't like Hugo Weaving's Fu Manchu baddie from Cloud Atlas--he's much more like Iron Eyes Cody's crying Indian from the Keep America Beautiful campaign. It's complex; suffice it to say it's the stupid White Man who comes off the worse in a picture that is at its heart a withering indictment of industrialism and greed: Note a scene where a roomful of Rich Uncle Pennybagses get Gatling-gunned for no discernible narrative reason. The irony of a bloated blockbuster (in running time and budget, both) commenting on filthy lucre is lost on no one, probably, yet The Lone Ranger comes off as, most ironically of all, something like a labour of love for a character so unbelievably square that he becomes symbolic of our disappointment in ourselves. He's the kind of hero Superman used to be; it makes one wonder if the true incarnation of the Man of Steel on the big screen is one who understands, indeed embraces, his legacy of terminal dullness and builds an atmosphere of loss and regret around him. Anyway, The Lone Ranger is pretty good in a "what the hell is it" sort of way. In this summer season, at least, you take what you can get. Originally published: July 3, 2013.
THE BLU-RAY DISC
The Lone Ranger comes to Blu-ray in a gorgeous, stunning 2.40:1, 1080p presentation from Disney, shorthanded only by some needless application of edge-enhancement. Director Gore Verbinski and DP Bojan Bazelli, previously collaborators on The Ring, favour hard shadows and blunt contrasts that both maximize the movie's small-screen impact and camouflage any seams in their interchangeable usage of the Arri Alexa digital camera and 35mm 'scope. The glassy image has striking blots of colour within a limited, stony palette, such as the red velvet in the bordello, or the cinnamon peaks of Monument Valley. The whitest whites run hot, but when they blow out it doesn't have the harsh, electronic quality of SD or lesser HD transfers. A handful of softish compositing notwithstanding, fine detail is crisp; seemingly gone are the days when anamorphic lenses could spell mushy focus. Similarly tactile, the 7.1 DTS-HD MA track is ferocious, complex, and thundering. Gary Rydstrom (Jurassic Park) was the film's sound designer--need I say more? I see this one becoming a go-to demo disc.
The paucity of extra features on this release reflects the guarded enthusiasm of a studio that wants to honour the talent without throwing more money at a sinkhole. In "Armie's Western Road Trip" (15 mins., HD), star Armie Hammer reveals a dudebro vernacular but also a disarmingly innocent and contagious enthusiasm for road trips, specifically this production, which ferried him all over the American Southwest. He's the kind of actor who rejects a hotel to set up camp with the locals, and I can't help but like him, even if the jury's still out on his potential stardom. One revealing aside sees Comanche technical advisor William Voelker applaud the picture's commitment to historical accuracy in recreating a village while noting wryly, perhaps wearily, that locating this village in a forest contradicts what we know of Comanche habitats. "Becoming a Cowboy" (8 mins., HD) is about the cowboy boot camp to which the actors were subjected. It's worth noting here that any talking-head footage from Johnny Depp in these supplements is taken from the movie's press junket and almost always a non sequitur shoehorned into the compilations of B-roll and impromptu remarks from cast and crew that constitute these featurettes. Lastly, "Riding the Rails" (11 mins., HD) is about the construction of five miles of railroad track and three working locomotives for private use by The Lone Ranger, in case you were wondering how the budget swelled to Olympic proportions.
Rounding out the bonus material are a slapstick blooper reel (4 mins., HD) and a subtitled deleted scene (4 mins., HD) reconstructed using animatics, production sketches, and some live-action context. Featuring a locust swarm, it would've been a funny gag but probably one too many (especially given the punchline)--and surely not cheap to shoot. Optional HiDef trailers for Saving Mr. Banks and Muppets Most Wanted cue up on startup, while DVD and Digital copies of the film are included in the keepcase.
Gah, I'm angry with myself for repeatedly letting that slip. Thanks for the catch.
Posted by: Bill C | December 17, 2013 at 05:13 PM