Sub Cultures

Hardly a spasm of nostalgia but so old-fashioned it smells like your grandfather's socks, Jonathan Mostow's U-571is not theWW II submarine movie, but—endearingly—a WW II submarine movie, a patient, tight genre number that acts as if Das Bootnever happened. It's difficult to resist Hollywood's recent anti-'80s tendency to shy away from cosmic blockbusting in favor of midcentury matinee obsessions like submarines, Vikings, giant animals, haunted houses, etc.; the modesty is ingratiating. (The Greek-myth fantasies are left, sadly, to TV.) Who said every movie has to wipe you out? Mostow's smoothly efficient white-knuckler (he applied a similarly lean-mean approach to Breakdown) does its work as unceremoniously as its characters do theirs, and though there are occasional bombastic timpani seizures, the propaganda is kept to a minimum.

We open with a German U-boat, equipped with an Allies-maddening coding machine, stranded in the eastern Atlantic. Quickly, an American crew is pulled off liberty to intercept it masquerading as a German rescue sub, capture the exhausted crew, and steal the coder. But the seas are littered with German boats, and when a torpedo takes out the American sub, the handful of surviving Americans still on the near-dead German ship must try to clear the waters and get out alive. The characters are familiar—hot young fearless leader Matthew McConaughey, second banana Jon Bon Jovi, seasoned sarge Harvey Keitel, Noo Yawk greaseball Erik Palladino, black cook T.C. Carson, greenhorned spy Jake Weber—but the work is the story, blessed with only a single sacrificial death (offscreen, even) and no speeches. The fact that nearly everything about U-571has been done better elsewhere doesn't sour the fact that it's a simple pleasure watching an American movie that respects genre, knows its limitations, and genuflects at the memory of Don Siegel in the age of Spielberg.


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U-571
Directed by Jonathan Mostow
Written by Mostow, Sam Montgomery, and David Ayer
A Universal release
Opens April 21

Croupier
Directed by Mike Hodges
Written by Paul Mayersberg
A Shooting Gallery release
Opens April 21

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