"I saw the weary farmer, plowing sod and loam. I heard the auction hammer, knocking down his home. But the banks are made of marble, with a guard at every door, and the vaults are stuffed with silver, that the farmer sweated for." - Pete Seeger
Mark Rydell's "The River" stars Mel Gibson and Sissy Spacek as a pair of struggling farmers. Combating floodwaters, bankers, scheming capitalists and angry unionists, the duo desperately attempt to keep the family farm from foreclosure.
John Steinbeck published "Grapes of Wrath" in 1939, turned into a film one year later by John Ford. In many ways, Rydell's film plays like a 1980s update of the aforementioned works. At its best, it conveys the insensitivity of power brokers and landowners, tests the assumptions about private property and class difference upon which our social order rests, and details the ease at which humans (with common interests and shared grievances) are divided into subsets and pitted against one another.
Not as sophisticated as Elia Kazan's similarly themed "Wild River", "River" climaxes with our heroes saving their farm and "becoming rich". This hokey climax not only betrays the film's original ethos, but ultimately endorses the problems and pursuits it pretends to denounce. In "River", everything's fine so long as you make a profit at the end.
Aesthetically, "River" offers a nice blend of 1980s Hollywood and early 20th century neo-realism. Part of a wave of big-budget "women's picture", and influenced by the ripples of second-wave feminism, the film features another wonderful performance from Spacek. Blending strength with fragility, beauty with plainness, her character endures the labours of motherhood, matrimony and agronomics. Mel Gibson, though photogenic, is miscast as Spacek's husband.
7.9/10 – Underrated. See Ford's "Grapes of Wrath" and Ken Loach's "Bread and Roses".
Mark Rydell's "The River" stars Mel Gibson and Sissy Spacek as a pair of struggling farmers. Combating floodwaters, bankers, scheming capitalists and angry unionists, the duo desperately attempt to keep the family farm from foreclosure.
John Steinbeck published "Grapes of Wrath" in 1939, turned into a film one year later by John Ford. In many ways, Rydell's film plays like a 1980s update of the aforementioned works. At its best, it conveys the insensitivity of power brokers and landowners, tests the assumptions about private property and class difference upon which our social order rests, and details the ease at which humans (with common interests and shared grievances) are divided into subsets and pitted against one another.
Not as sophisticated as Elia Kazan's similarly themed "Wild River", "River" climaxes with our heroes saving their farm and "becoming rich". This hokey climax not only betrays the film's original ethos, but ultimately endorses the problems and pursuits it pretends to denounce. In "River", everything's fine so long as you make a profit at the end.
Aesthetically, "River" offers a nice blend of 1980s Hollywood and early 20th century neo-realism. Part of a wave of big-budget "women's picture", and influenced by the ripples of second-wave feminism, the film features another wonderful performance from Spacek. Blending strength with fragility, beauty with plainness, her character endures the labours of motherhood, matrimony and agronomics. Mel Gibson, though photogenic, is miscast as Spacek's husband.
7.9/10 – Underrated. See Ford's "Grapes of Wrath" and Ken Loach's "Bread and Roses".