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    Salon.com, February 26, 2001

    DVD Review
    Box of Stones
    Is Oliver Stone a misunderstood
    cinematic genius or a self-absorbed,
    over-the-top alarmist? A new 10-DVD
    box set promises some answers.

    By Bruce Kluger


    Before it vanished from the Internet earlier
    this month (as popular Web sites are prone
    to do), one particular Oliver Stone home
    page featured a photo of the controversial filmmaker beneath a large red headline
    that read: "Oliver Stone: Writer, Director, Thinker."

    This type of hyperbolic puffery is not uncommon on the Internet, especially among
    diehard movie fans who delight in devoting enormous chunks of time and bandwidth
    to deifying their cultural idols. What distinguished this gush-fest from the others,
    however, was that the site OliverStone.comwas the director's own Internet
    boutique, a Web-chapel of self-devotion where Stone offered commentary on his
    movies and the film industry in general, and also dumped samples of his writing,
    merchandise and, as always, a blizzard of opinions on everything from the Vietnam
    War and the JFK assassination to being misunderstood by the media and the true
    nature of evil.

    That's a lot of self-promotion, even for man doing triple-duty as a writer, director
    and thinker.

    Then again, it is this very Ptolemaic view of the worldin which the universe
    revolves around him and his moviesthat makes Oliver Stone one of the more
    compelling, analyzed and, to some, important directors in American cinema.
    Because he chooses to make films about real-life subjects and eventsoften to the
    chagrin of historians and scholars who like to challenge his accuracyit is a given
    that when a Stone movie opens, it will have an agenda that goes beyond simply
    chasing the Gibsons and Grinches to the top of the weekend grosses heap.

    True, in the case of Stone's work, those agendas can be maddening and
    misguidedwitness the general public outrage over his gratuitous 1994 gore orgy,
    Natural Born Killers. But in Hollywood's ongoing battle between the usually
    profitless think picture and the enormously successful dumb-and-dumber formula,
    Stone has staked out a comfortable middle ground with a body of work that
    attempts to educatesometimes enlightening moviegoers, other times haranguing
    themeven as it entertains.

    "Oliver Stone's place in motion pictures is yet to be decided," writes Michael Singer
    in Etched in Stone: The Films of Oliver Stone, "but this much is sure: He is in love
    with the primal, even terrifying, power of film, and he's been completely unafraid to
    harness that energy and unleash it with explosive impact on cinematic, social and
    political landscapes."

    But as more filmmakers begin painting on nonfiction canvases both large and small
    (from Erin Brockovich to Thirteen Days), Stone may find his role as Hollywood's
    leading moviemaker-historian and unrepentant boat-rocker eliciting more yawns
    than gasps.

    Scanning the 10 titles in the new Warner Bros. DVD box set of Oliver Stone movies
    made between the years 1987 and 1999, you can't help but note that Stone's
    trajectory over the last 15 years has been a curious one. His popularity at the box
    office continues on an even keel even as his stock in tradeoverturning historical
    and cultural rocks to reveal the creepy crawling universes beneath our national
    institutionsloses its jolt.

    For example, while many critics yowled at the artistic and factual liberties Stone took
    in decrying the Warren Commission Report in his 1991 Kennedy assassination
    exposé, JFK, most simply shrugged eight years later when he pulled back the
    curtain on similar intrigue and corruption in the locker rooms and front offices of
    professional football (Any Given Sunday). Either America has gotten less
    interesting in the past decade, this phenomenon suggests, or it is no longer rattled
    by its own lapses. (The Clinton administration, all by itself, dispels the former notion
    while handily supporting the latter.)

    To be fair, Stone is not entirely responsible for the relative ennui his recent films
    seem to provoke. After all, he is now peddling to an entertainment culture that finds
    The NewsHour With Jim Lehrer slotted opposite Extra! and Access Hollywood, and
    prime time dominated by programs like Temptation Island and Survivorfreak
    shows that seek to normalize the very kind of human ugliness that an Oliver Stone
    movie normally takes two or three hours to uncover.

    Still, one has to wonder if Stone's varying degrees of success and failure over the
    years have been a result of his selection of material, the temperament of the
    country at the time of the films' releases, or perhaps a little of both.

    Strangely, the DVD box set does not include the movie that put Oliver Stone on the
    map. By the time he wrote and directed Platoon (1986), Stone had labored as a
    screenwriter in the film industry for more than a decade, with credits on films like
    Midnight Express (for which he won an Oscar), Conan the Barbarian (1982),
    Scarface (1983) and Year of the Dragon (1985). But it was his unapologetic, first-
    person portrait of a young G.I. in Vietnambased on his own tours of duty there
    between 1965 and 1968that captured the true brutality of the war. The film won
    him a new following as well as a tentative slot in the dependable rotation of
    auterists' favorite working American directors of that timeSteven Spielberg, Martin
    Scorsese, Francis Ford Coppola, Robert Altman and Woody Allen.

    The Stone Collection does, however, include Born on the Fourth of July and
    Heaven and Earth, the second and third installments of the director's Vietnam
    trilogy, both of which still resonate. (Both DVDs, like all of the films in the box set
    except for U-Turn and Talk Radio, feature full-length director commentaries. JFK,
    Nixon, The Doors and Any Given Sunday also include bonus discs filled with extras
    like deleted scenes, making-of documentaries and, in the case of Sunday, screen
    tests and a gag reel.)

    Born on the Fourth of July (1989) was not the first film to explore the emotional and
    physical trauma suffered by soldiers returning stateside from Vietnam; Coming
    Home and The Deer Hunter had both examined the subject with candor and
    sensitivity. But what Stone's movie offered that the others didn't was a real-life hero,
    Ron Kovic, whose passionate memoir served as the basis for the film. Kovic's
    character (portrayed with painful honesty by Tom Cruise, much of the time confined
    to a wheelchair) remains a documented casualty of the war, not merely a collage or
    interpretation (à la Charlie Sheen's character in Platoon) that critics could brush
    aside as another example of Stone over-reaching.

    Similarly, Heaven and Earth (1993) draws from the autobiography of Le Ly Hayslip,
    a Vietnamese woman whose life story charts a cyclical course from the serene, pre-
    war countryside of her homeland to the mayhem of the Viet Cong insurgence to her
    enlightening return to the tenets of Buddhism in the aftermath of the war.
    Overlooked and underappreciated by moviegoers and critics, Heaven and Earth
    remains a beautiful and touching film and, on a personal level, one of Stone's
    favorites.

    Two Stone efforts in the collection attempt pointed social commentaries that, for
    different reasons, have become bluntedeven caricaturedwith time. Wall Street
    (1987) is the tale of a hotshot broker (Charlie Sheen) and his ruthless mogul
    mentor (Michael Douglas) who bathe in the excesses of the 1980s, recklessly
    engaging in insider trading. But because the release of this slick parable was
    sandwiched between the real-life dramas of Ivan Boesky and Michael Milkenand
    because those scandals were more spectacular than any movie could depict them
    the film was ultimately less an investigative white-paper than flash paper. Indeed,
    over the years it has become better remembered for the charismatic performances
    of its leads (Douglas won an Oscar for his turn as the evil Gordon Gekko) than for
    any trenchant thesis it makes about the fiscal friskiness of the modern marketplace.

    Likewise, Natural Born Killers (1994), a bullet-ridden chronicle of a modern-day
    Bonnie and Clyde (played by Woody Harrelson and Juliette Lewis), aimed its double
    barrels at two of America's more embarrassing obsessionsviolence and tabloid
    TV. Yet in making his point, Stone loaded up the film with such generous doses of
    voyeuristic carnage that he ended up perpetrating the very offense he sought to
    illuminate. The critics called him on it. So did the public.

    Then there's The Doors (1991), Stone's elegiac tribute to rock star Jim Morrison.
    Written and filmed as a kind of travelogue of the 1960sa Baedeker to the twin
    ages of Aquarius and substance abuseit ultimately draws the conclusion that if
    you drink enough alcohol and do enough drugs, you will die young and become a
    legend. And that's about it. Looking back, the movie's message may have been
    hamstrung from the start. Obviously keen on depicting Morrison's short-fused,
    short-lived career in all its messy glory, Stone sacrificed the opportunity to use the
    band's story as one brush stroke in a larger picture, the way he so effectively
    allowed the Kennedy assassination and Watergate break-in to serve as metaphors
    for the turbulence of the '60s and '70s. Unwittingly, this turned what could have
    been an otherwise penetrating sociological study into little more than a noisy soap
    opera.

    Which is not to say that "The Doors" doesn't succeed in its own right. Released the
    same year as JFK, it shares that movie's meticulous attention to period detail as
    well as its emotional volatility. Loud, chaotic and drenched in groovy, tie-dyed
    atmosphere, it boasts a pulsing soundtrack and a star (Val Kilmer) who captured
    Morrison's complex and brilliant self-destructiveness.

    The Oliver Stone Collection also includes Talk Radio (1988), adapted from Eric
    Bogosian's play about a boorish radio host; U-Turn (1997), an uneasy road picture
    in which Sean Penn plays a gambler stranded in a small Arizona town; Any Given
    Sunday (1999), Stone's frantic NFL saga starring Al Pacino and Cameron Diaz; and
    Oliver Stone's America, a documentary that, despite its heady title, amounts to little
    more than a 50-minute softball interview conducted by filmmaker Charles Kiselyak,
    who is clearly a Stone devotee.

    So what of JFK (1991) and Nixon (1994), the two films that Stone's detractors point
    to as the quintessence of the director's skewed world view and unchecked paranoia
    (and, not incidentally, the prize jewels in this box set)? To be sure, neither movie
    treads lightly on its subject. In JFK, Stone proposed nothing less than a global
    conspiracy behind Kennedy's murder; in Nixon, he neatly traced the 37th
    President's tragically flawed character back to his parochial Quaker boyhood. In
    both cases, Stone didn't exactly help his own cause by tinkering with the
    presentation of the factscombining events, streamlining chronologies, even
    fabricating characters (as with the informant "X" in JFK)in an effort to consolidate
    the movies' narratives.

    But what often gets lost in the din of criticism of JFK and Nixon is that Stone's
    research into his subjects remains as impeccable as it is exhaustive. Time and
    again pressed by scholars and journalists to support his factsdefending himself,
    by the way, far more than any film director should be expected toStone has
    repeatedly and consistently shown how his films draw from the record. After Nixon,
    he even published a 600-page book filled with essays, interviews and
    documentation that support the claims made by his movie. Was Ridley Scott
    similarly required to defend his interpretation of the gladiator era down to the last
    dusty sandal? Did historians go lighter on Steven Spielberg after the release of
    Saving Private Ryan because, perhaps, D-Day left a better taste in America's mouth
    than an 18-and-a-half-minute gap?

    If the most valid criticism of Oliver Stone is that that he constructs his cinematic
    assaults with the precision, purpose and passionate bias of a district attorney gone
    mad, what of it? In the end, this is what many filmmakersfrom Charlie Chaplin to
    Spike Leehave been doing all along, and in most cases, moviegoers have been
    the better for it.