Steve Spielberg directs competent novel adaptation 1 Reviews
At the start of War Horse, Steven Spielberg plunges us into an overlit, twee vision of early 20th-century UK countryside, and we spend much of the rest of this harmless, conventional adaptation of Michael Morpurgo’s novel seeking – even aching for – the real world amid the artifice. The main problem is that Spielberg doesn’t solve the conundrum of having an animal at the heart of his film.
For Morpurgo, it was a first-horse narration. For the play, it was scene-stealing puppetry. All Spielberg can do is observe the creature, make the most of its few situations of peril and hope the surrounding drama is distracting enough. Fairytale, quasi-mythical visions of life, even war, are fine, but there’s an alienating push and pull here between the savagery of war and Spielberg’s fear of scaring the horses.
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