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Review: 'They Shall Not Grow Old'

Peter Jackson restores and colorizes WWI footage to create a moving remembrance of The Great War
Digitally cleansed and colorized footage from WWI shows life on the Western Front in 'They Shall Not Grow Old.'

How well can cinema can help us understand something as inconceivable as a war? That's the problem with the remarkable They Shall Not Grow Old, which arrives a few months too late for the centennial of the Armistice. Peter Jackson, of The Lord of the Rings trilogy, wove together colorized documentary footage from World War I, blending it with oral histories from 114 Western Front vets recorded a half century ago.

In a prologue, the New Zealand director (seen barefoot in the editing suite) explains that he was given great latitude in working with 100 hours of footage from the Imperial War Museum. It took him and his team four years to digitally cleanse, color and adjust the speeds of film from hand-cranked cameras. Footage, underexposed or overexposed to the point of uselessness, now reveals its details. Documentary film of a hundred years ago was simply a straight, square look at whatever the camera happened to be pointed at. By blowing up these images, Jackson could work within the frame, studying new details.

As a result, the Front becomes visible on screen as it never has before. The jerky black and white phantoms, marching in their puttees and tin helmets, now move like human beings and have faces that can be studied. Behind them the poppies are crimson—the flowers became a symbol for the war, from then until now; poppies favor disturbed ground.

This will surely irritate some historians, but Jackson created a composite experience of the Front. There are no dates, no names of spring offensives or locations. No Mons, no Marne, no Passchendaele or Ypres, just one long voyage. First the enlisting—the Army took people as young as 16—the training, and the boat to France. Then the marching to the zigzagged trenches, teetering on slippery duckboards over corpse-littered mud, deep enough to swallow a man like quicksand. Behind the lines there's toil or mild recreations: thin beer, brothels, ball games.

Away from the front, the men pose with delight for the cinema camera, displaying captured German spiked helmets, and snuggling with the regimental goat. The old soldiers recall tricks: Urine could be used for softening a stiff, ill-fitting army boot, just as soaking a handkerchief with piss could make a quick gas mask before a chlorine shell detonated.

Midway through, that new secret weapon arrives, the tank. The images here are clear enough that you can see the names painted on the sides of these oval-shaped steel monsters. At the blowing of a whistle, it's over the top and into No Man's Land, and into the face of the machine guns, through barbed wire snarled as thick as a blackberry patch.

Since film crews didn't accompany the military charges, Jackson makes up collages from the illustrated newspapers of the time, as the vets tell of what they saw and what they did when they got to the German trenches. He also brings up evocative cartoons by Bruce Bairnsfather, the shell-shocked machine gunner turned humorist, who was as important to the British WWI troops as Bill Mauldin's cartoons were to the American soldiers of WWII.

This film is an achievement, but one feels that something is lost in translation. It's because of the narration. These old men are great subscribers to British understatement, and are observers of the law that one mustn't grumble. Naturally they have pride in enduring, and they have no lingering resentment for the brave Germans who were just doing their duty.

Any English person would recognize the title from Remembrance Day ceremonies. It's from Laurence Binyon's poem "For the Fallen," asserting that those who die young in battle keep their youth forever. (The pacifist in me would note that Binyon died in bed at 73.)

The images are one thing, but the narration lacks the keenness of young contemporary observers such as Robert Graves, Wilfred Owens and Siegfried Sassoon, who wrote of the pointlessness of a war that killed "half the seed of Europe, one by one," to use Owens' phrase.

They Shall Not Grow Old helps us understand WWI, the scar between the old world of kings and horses, and our own world of total war and regimentation. It's invaluable, but it has little immediacy; it's a strangely placid look at something that happened so long ago.

They Shall Not Grow Old
R; 120 Mins.
The Pruneyard Cinemas, Campbell


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