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32 of 39 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
THE TRENCH IS HEART-WRENCHING STUFF, 16 Dec 2002
By A Customer
Saw THE TRENCH recently, the first film by famed novelist William Boyd (Armadillo, A Blue Afternoon) and was very moved by it. An odd piece in its structure (very little happens until the last 10mn) as well as form (almost entirely studio-shot) the film's evocation of the absurdity of war was ultimately very successful.Disposing of any plot, Boyd slowly traces the 48hrs leading up to the Battle of the Somme, with a group of (very) young soldiers. They are bored, restless and scared and as an audience we are asked to go through the same journey. And when the inevitable does happen we are left in tears because we got to know and like those characters. This film is Spielberg's SAVING PRIVATE RYAN but the other way round (in the Hollywood big budget blockbuster you start off with the battle and the death and the carnage and then you are bored for the following 2hrs!). For emotional payback THE TRENCH is a much more satisfying experience. Paul Nicholls' performance is probably too weak to carry the film but Daniel Craig's awesome display of charisma is in itself worth watching the film for. Also I would like to point out to so-called WWI experts who have written reviews for this film that the days depicted in this film take place in June when trenches were not muddy and wet, not yet at least. I do agree though that explosions would have rendered the field itself more lunar than grassy and luxurious. A definite recommendation. You will not regret it.
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26 of 35 people found the following review helpful:
1.0 out of 5 stars
The quiet and clean first world war, 13 Feb 2001
I looked forward to seeing this film immensely but was teribly disappointed by its lack of atmoshere. As someone obsessed with the First World War I am normally moved to tears simply by the sight of a poppy but this film somehow managed to leave me cold. Set during the days prior to the first day of the battle of the Somme, it refers to the immense bombardment of thousands of shells upon enemy lines referred to as just 400 yards away, yet the falling of these shells sounds as gentle as distant thunder as the troops whisper to one another. The trenches and uniforms are clean and dry, food is so plentiful the soldiers can afford to be picky, the soldiers do not scratch, 'chat' for lice, write home, or sing... Okay, perhaps this film is striving to avoid the cliches of WW1 and of course no-one expects such a film to embrace documentary accuracy, but for me these men portrayed were unrecognisable as products of their era. The acting hardly helped, with indistinguishable working class lads and upper-class stereotypes, with only the sergeant eliciting any sympathy. Overall the film reminded me of a one act stage play written for a sixth form project. Feeble, minimally researched and no fitting epitaph for the men who endured the stinking, filthy, bloody hell that was the Somme.
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12 of 16 people found the following review helpful:
1.0 out of 5 stars
A terrible waste, 8 Sep 2007
Set in the run up to the disastrous first day of the 1916 Battle of the Somme, The Trench isn't entirely worthless, but it's not a movie, more a filmed play (despite being written as a movie), and a very poor one at that with that 1970s BBC For Schools television look. The decision to shoot on a soundstage is particularly disastrous, since it never looks like anything but a soundstage, and this despite having a good cinematographer (Tony Pierce-Roberts). The decision to never leave the trench until the final scene doesn't really work, partially because we have no indication of the world that awaits them, but largely because Boyd's finale is just too televisual to have any compensating shock value. The abrupt jump to exterior for the last couple of minutes (and very tame they are too) is very noticeable, the film stocks and looks just not matching at all. Borrowing the final image of Gallipoli as well doesn't help.
Characters constantly explain what they're doing to each other despite having been in the trench for several weeks or months; there's no immediacy, no sense of danger, no sense of having to live in a fetid, claustrophobic open grave. Indeed, it's one of the most comfortable British trenches I've seen, with an absolutely level floor for the most part place. The soft barrage - the quietest I've ever heard for shells landing 700 yards away - doesn't help. Boyd really doesn't have any idea of the possibilities that cinema has to offer, either camera or sound. It's real problem, though, is that ultimately it's a polite, clean and determinedly inoffensive film about a dirty, ugly war.
Pluses are some good performances, most notably Daniel Craig and Paul Nicholls, the latter improving after a bland start to establish a credible screen presence. There are a couple of good scenes, too, but it doesn't really have the ring of truth or authenticity - the mood seems more influenced by hindsight than the actual mood in the run-up to the first day. Not only do you never feel you're there alongside them, but there's no sense of people caught up in, and disposed by the mad rush of a cruel history beyond their control. There's no dread, no fear, just observation. The shortfall between the film Boyd thought he was making and the one he did is made frighteningly apparent by his interviews in the EPK included on the disc.
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