Cold Mountain

(c) ajmalouin 2006
(Rating: 16 by Al) (2003—Anthony Minghella—USA) (2 hr. 34. Rated R for violence and sexuality)

This was declared to be the First 2004 Outing of the “50 Films Club,” and so it was.

Our story? In the waning days of the (American) Civil War, a Confederate soldier decides he has had enough of this fighting and bloodshred (sic and duh!) and heads home to his love, Nicole Kidman, whom the audience feels is basically standing around saying “Duh!”

The soldier has many adventures on his travels home, and only gets killed when he is finally on the last literal steps of his journey.

This is about 50 minutes later than he *should* have been killed.

There are many good stories inside “Cold Mountain,” but the love story that propels the entire morass sure ain’t one of them. We know that Ada (played dully by Nicole Kidman) and Inman (played by Jude Law) are in love because we are *told* that they are. We never *see* any indication that they are in love. In fact the flashback scene in which they are supposedly first smitten with each other boring to the borders on being incoherent. For this reason the movie is unforgiven.

Nevertheless, there is much to like if you can overlook a love story insipid enough to choke that horse still parked outside the Gates of Troy.

Ray Winstone does a remarkably evil job as the head of the Home Guard.

Renee Zellweger is wonderful, wonderful as a busy-body drifter who comes along to help Ada tend the farm, although Renee is basically playing Renee and might a well be Nurse Betty as a Southern sharecropper.

It’s *always* treat to see Donald Sutherland, even if he plays a preacher in this movie.

Philip Seymour Hoffman is superb as a philandering minister.

Cinematographer John Seale has created a movie of gorgeous film. All that we need to do to this movie, really, is exorcise the love story that has blocked our view of everything else and cut the darn screenplay by 25-30 minutes.