Title: The Best Years of Our Lives
Director: William Wyler
Writers: Robert E. Sherwood, MacKinlay Kantor (novel)
Starring: Dana Andrews, Fredric March, Harold Russell, Myrna Loy, Teresa Wright, Virginia Mayo, Cathy O’Donnell, Hoagy Carmichael
For Memorial Day, Independence Day and Veterans Day, our regular Saturday movie group usually cues up an American war movie, usually a World War II movie. This Memorial Day weekend, we watched The Best Years of Our Lives, which I guess is technically a post-war movie.
I’d previously received resistance trying to make it the viewing pick, and I think I know why. First of all, a movie that’s about American servicemen struggling to reintegrate with civilian life sounds like a real downer. Second, at 2 hours and 48 minutes long, that’s a tough sell most nights, as people are afraid it’s going to drag. (That’s the number on the DVD case; IDMB has it at 2 hours, 50 minutes, and Wikipedia it as 2 hours 52 minutes.) Third, I think people discount its Best Picture Oscar win. What, was the Academy not going to give it to a film conspicuously honoring the men who won World War II? (It’s a Wonderful Life was probably its biggest competition.) Finally, some people (not me) are squicked out about films featuring amputees.
You should put all this aside and watch it, because it’s a great film, it doesn’t drag, and it’s a worthy Oscar winner.
It starts out following bombardier captain Fred Derry’s (Dana Andrews) efforts to get home to Boone City. He catches a ride on a bomber, where he meets two other demobilized vets headed there, Army Sgt. Al Stephenson (Fredric March, who won the Oscar for best Actor) and petty officer Homer Parrish (Harold Russell, who won both best Supporting Actor and a second, special award for the same role), who lost both hands in the war and has had them replaced with hooks he uses quite dexterously.
All are beset by post-war challenges. Derry has to reconnect with a beautiful but not-quite-trustworthy wife Marie (a gorgeous Virginia Mayo), and is eventually forced to take a low-grade job at the drug store where he used to be a soda jerk. (He also has recurring night terrors of a flaming bomber.) Stephenson has to reconnect with his own family, including a wife (a wonderful Myrna Loy), daughter Peggy (Teresa Wright), and a son (Michael Hall), who ends up disappearing a third of the way through the film because Hall’s contract was up. He also has a bit of a drinking problem that may derail his return to his high-paying banking job. And while Homer has adapted to his disability, he can’t stand the pity he detects in others, and is worried that his engaged sweetheart Wilma doesn’t understand the difficulties she’s getting herself in for with a man that’s helpless without his hooks.
A significant narrative thread has Fred and Paggy falling in love with each other, almost against their will. It would be a lot easier if Marie were the louse you suspect she has to be for the plot to work out, but she isn’t…at first. Then Fred loses his job for punching a commie, and it turns out Marie is a lot fonder of Fred’s money than him. (She’d fit right in on Tik-Tok.)
Instead of being a downer, The Best Years of Our Lives is frequently quite funny in a deeply naturalistic, character-driven way. It’s also free of mawkish, obvious sentimentality. Eventually a core of sentimentality surfaces near the end, but all the characters have to work hard to get there, so that their happy endings seem well-earned.
The script, the acting, the directing, and the cinematography (by Gregg Toland, who also did Citizen Kane) are all excellent. This was an A-list film that got A-list talent thrown at it, and it shows. I would rank it better than about 80% of the Best Picture winners I’ve seen.
Well worth watching.
Tags: Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences, Military, movie review, movies, World War II
Well done! ‘The Best Years’ is about unique in its topic. Fred’s nightmares reliving trying to fly his crippled bomber, aflame and with his dead and dying buddies back from the mission is horrifying. You begin to understand PTSD. His parents’ accidental discovery of his casually set aside medal citation is well presented, and sensitively done. This is their son. You feel their unspoken pride. You could love all these people. Homer and Wilma might make the room dusty for anyone. Great choice Lawrence.