[In honor of the
150th anniversary of the Secret Service’s founding,
this week I’ll highlight a series of histories and stories related to that unique
department within our federal government. Leading up to a new Guest Post on the
organization this weekend!]
On a scene that
humanizes the topic of yesterday’s post, and the shortcomings of the film
around it.
At the heart of
Wolfgang Petersen’s film In the Line of Fire
(1993) is one of those
unforgettable, quiet, potent Clint Eastwood monologues. Eastwood’s
character Frank Horrigan is an aging Secret Service agent who was part of
Kennedy’s Dallas detail; the film’s villain, psychopath Mitch Leary (John
Malkovich), is threatening to kill the current president, and while so doing
taunts Horrigan with his failures during the Kennedy assassination and wonders
if Horrigan has or ever had the guts to take a bullet for the president (an
overt, and of course the most unique and difficult, part of the job of every
Secret Service agent). In that linked monologue, Horrigan opens up to his
fellow agent and love interest Lilly Raines (Rene Russo) about his failures on that
November day in Dallas and how they have shaped his perspective and identity
ever since.
It’s an amazing
couple minutes of film, and a nice reminder that Clint Eastwood is more than
just an unhinged RNC
speaker or over-the-top “Get off my lawn”
caricature of a Grumpy Old White Man. But the In the Line of Fire monologue also does important, complex cultural
work when it comes to the JFK assassination and the kinds of questions I raised
(vis a vis the Susan Cheever article) in yesterday’s post. The assassination has
long exemplified the “Where were you when you heard the news?” narrative of history,
a reflection on just how communally traumatic its horrific events were. And if
on the one hand the Secret Service’s failures seem to have done their part to
contribute to that trauma, on the other it’s important to note that the trauma
might be particularly devastating when the answer to that “Where were you”
question is, “I was a few feet away from Kennedy’s car but did nothing to stop
his killing.” At the very least, Eastwood’s monologue does what great art so
often does: forces us to think about the humanity within history, complicating
and enriching our perspective on that shared, national history in the process.
Unfortunately,
the rest of Petersen’s film not only fails to live up to that moment of
complexity and humanity, but actively undermines the questions it raises. For one
thing, Malcovich’s character and the way he drives the film’s plot is just
another example of a psychotic, cat-and-mouse blockbuster bad guy, no different
from contemporary villains such as Dennis Hopper in Speed (1994) or Tommy Lee Jones in Blown Away (1994) or the like. And
for another, more important thing, in order to complement that blockbuster
villain, the film turns Eastwood’s agent into precisely the kind of superhero
stereotype that the history of the Secret Service reveals to be nonsense; [SPOILER
ALERT] in the film’s climax, for example, Horrigan not only proves to Leary,
Raines, himself, and everyone else that he is willing and able to take a bullet
for the president, but after being gravely wounded continues to chase and
eventually overpowers and kills the would-be assassin. This action-movie
silliness doesn’t ruin the seriousness of Eastwood’s earlier monologue,
necessarily; but it reflects a film that as a whole fails utterly at
maintaining that kind of humanity.
Next story
tomorrow,
Ben
PS. What do you
think? Other Secret Service connections you’d highlight?
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