Every Tom Cruise movie, part 14: A Few Good Men (1992)

Full disclosure: I am an unabashed Aaron Sorkin supporter. Not everyone is, and I get that. Aaron Sorkin doesn’t feel the need to write dialogue that resembles human conversation. He tells us that his protagonists are flawed, but doesn’t often show us. His plays are often essays, or perhaps more accurately, lectures on his worldview. He also finds a unique poetry in the cadence and repetition of musical theater (he was a musical theater major in college and often cites Gilbert and Sullivan and other wordy music) which leads to exchanges like this:

“We either get it done or I’m gonna hang your boy from a fucking yardarm.”
“A yardarm? Sherman does the navy still hang people from yardarms?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Dave, Sherman doesn’t think the navy hangs people from yardarms anymore.”

I think the reason that some people don’t like Sorkin is because he finds time for the meticulousness of language but often doesn’t seem to be concerned about the drama of his stories. Early in A Few Good Men, we see a crime being committed. Then we learn the perpetrators of the crime and see the discussions and preamble to the crime itself. We know the guilty parties without a doubt before the plot of the movie really begins. To Sorkin, the more interesting part is the argument, not the result.

He is interested in the moment when the hero (who has been capable of beating the villain all along) realizes his capabilities and responsibilities. He believes that some people are intrinsically better than others and that those people have the duty to use their powers for good.

In short, he believes in superheroes.

Tom Cruise is this movie’s superhero. Everyone else is flawed, makes mistakes, lies and takes shortcuts, but Cruise’s character Danny Kaffee is tasked with simply realizing that he is a great attorney. He is better than his legendary now-deceased attorney father, he is better than the entire United States Marine Corps.

This movie has a lot of wonderful moments. If you like wordy, idealistic legal dramas, I would suggest you watch it. I won’t say anything else about the plot.

“Are you asking me out on a date?”
“No.”
“It sounded like you were asking me out on a date.”
“No.”
“I’ve been asked out on dates before, and that’s what it sounds like.”

I’ve mentioned before that Cruise’s career is marked by apprenticeships. In The Color of Money he studies under Paul Newman and Martin Scorcese. In Rain Man he works alongside Dustin Hoffman. In 1999 he’ll star in the last film by the great Stanley Kubrick and one of the first films of P.T. Anderson, widely recognized as the greatest director currently working. It’s hard not to believe that his performance in A Few Good Men is largely motivated by the presence of Jack Nicholson. He even does a Jack Nicholson impersonation in the movie, for God’s sake, and it’s spot on of course.

I’ve also mentioned before that you see the seams and strategies behind Cruise’s choice of role and subject matter during the 80s. He goes from a character actor to a sort of goofy leading man to starring in more serious movies and toeing the line with different approaches to physicality and tone.

Frankly, Sorkin is right in Cruise’s wheelhouse, as it features serious material with many lighthearted moments and dialogue that requires constant commitment and presence, Cruise’s specialties. He’s not the only actor that could make A Few Good Men work (it was a hit play on Broadway before being turned into a film by Rob Reiner) but he is good in it, and he brings a physical presence to his monologue and his bombastic debate with Nicholson at the end that elevates the material by standing up to the heady language.

But it’s worth noting that in the same year, Cruise stars in Far and Away which is a complete misapplication of his talents, and that in 1993 Nicole Kidman stars in a lesser known Sorkin movie called Malice. It’s a strange time in his career and you can see Kidman’s influence more than the careerism that drove his 80s performances.

Anyway, I love this movie. But there are a few things that don’t hold up particularly well:

-The score. Full of minor-key synthesizer, this alone makes the movie feel incredibly dated.
-The constant mentions of Guantanamo Bay. I’m not sure if this is a detracting factor or not, but the fact that Gitmo plays such a prominent role in this movie is a bit distracting considering what we know now.
-Demi Moore’s hair. Eeesh.

Next: The Firm

Every Tom Cruise movie, part 13: Far and Away (1992)

If I had to create a list of premises for Tom Cruise movies that I would find implausible solely because Tom Cruise was in them, it would go something like this:

• A movie in which Tom Cruise has an ethnic or regional accent
• A period piece
• A movie in which Tom Cruise is a champion prize fighter
• A movie in which Tom Cruise tames wild horses by punching them in the nose
• A movie in which Tom Cruise builds the entire transcontinental railroad 

So imagine my surprise when I watched Far and Away, a movie in which all of these things are true.

Far and Away tries to incorporate political unrest in Ireland and the frontiers of colonial America in the same story, and does neither well. At first I actually thought it was intentionally supposed to be a farce because the first act of the movie features a scene in which Tom Cruise (Joseph) is naked and asleep in bed, uncovered except for a cooking bowl covering his genitals. Nicole Kidman (Shannon) sneaks into the room and tries to sneak a peek at the good stuff. Slapstick ensues.

I’m not sure how much time to spend recanting the plot and characters because the movie is just a mess. Joseph is an idealistic working class Irishman and Shannon is a naive, spoiled brat. They meet because Joseph wants to murder Shannon’s father, who owned the land Joseph’s father owned. Shannon wants to move to America because they’re giving away free land in Oklahoma! All you have to do is stake your claim. They end up in Boston.

At one point Joseph decides to run away. Away from Shannon and her family who have come to Boston to find her and the Boston mobsters who revered him and then rejected him. So he starts running. Literally running, arms flailing, gasping for air, bug-eyed and mouth agape. The Tom Cruise run’s japanese RPG style monstrous final form. Cut to the American frontier. Joseph has run all the way to the burgeoning American rail system. Dynamite explodes, creating a giant hole in a nearby mountain. Cut to Joseph asleep on a cot on a train. A few minutes later he decides to leave his job and go to Oklahoma after all. Shannon happens to be there. “I came on a train,” she says. The movie tells us that it’s been three months.

In a way, this movie is the Tom Cruise run. It moves at a breakneck pace, never stopping to ponder or explain. It flails about from one historical trope to another, mingling slapstick and awkward sexual tension with class unrest, poverty and violence.

You don’t know what it thinks it’s doing or whether you’re supposed to laugh at it. But like Tom Cruise, it’s trying, and it seems to know where it’s going.

Next: Aaron Sorkin’s screenwriting debut, A Few Good Men

Every Tom Cruise movie, part 12: Days of Thunder (1990)

Days of Thunder is a fast, formulaic movie dripping with sentiment. It’s about all of the things Top Gun is about: masculinity, friendship, and winning. It’s a great popcorn movie. It is all of these things while also being nothing. An empty, deeply-entertaining pit of a movie. If the word “radical” became colloquially used as a positive around this time, it was because of things like this.

“I’m dropping the hammer.”

These are some of Cruise’s first words in the film. After Robert Duvall, Randy Quaid, and John C. Reilly (!) play his fanfare in an opening sequence groaning under the weight of exposition (“you didn’t give up racing Harry, you quit to avoid any investigation into Buddy’s crash at Daytona!”) Cruise’s Cole Trickle rides in on a harley, denim jacket under black wool trench coat, no helmet.

“you build me an engine and I’ll win Daytona next year.”

I don’t need to rehash the story. You know how this movie develops. You can probably outline the plot without even seeing it. Rivalry, fear, a love story, and fast cars.

Hans Zimmer’s score is fucking brilliant. You think of Zimmer’s music as big, epic, best underlining punching matches between superheroes. But here Jeff Beck’s guitar sails over the roar of engines and you know you’re in America.

Nicole Kidman is pure fire in this movie. When you remember that this is her first American movie (she was an established actress in Australia but hadn’t starred in a Hollywood picture yet) and her first encounter with Tom Cruise you marvel at her patience and ability to tolerate Cruise’s manic fragility.

“control is an illusion…nobody knows what’s going to happen next.”

Before the credits roll you see the Cruise run. It’s a subdued effort reflective of his performance. He rarely smiles, speaks softly, and wins when he utilizes strategy and trickery instead of brute force. But as his jog accelerates, his arms begin to flail. He looks like a toddler who just took a shot of amphetamines. His face is covered in oil, dirt and sweat and you know there’s no better feeling than to sprint doused in grime, in coveralls in the Florida sun.

“I’m more afraid of bein’ nothin’ than I am of bein’ hurt.”

Next: Far and Away

Every Tom Cruise movie, part 11: Born on the Fourth of July (1989)

I believe my reaction when I saw that Born on the Fourth of July was next in my queue of Tom Cruise movies was “eeeuuuuwwurgh.”

I do not like Oliver Stone. I do not like war movies. I do not like biopics. So I figured I was in for a slog.

My problem was Oliver Stone is that he is a master of non-subtlety. When Tom Cruise’s character Ron Kovic is feeling disoriented, Stone’s camera starts flailing around like it’s outside of a car dealership. Kovic is haunted by the horrible moments he experienced during the Vietnam war, so we get to see and hear those moments over and over again.

I find this kind of filmmaking insulting; I feel like the director is watching the movie over my shoulder and pointing out all of the moments of homage, imagery, and reference because I’m clearly not smart enough to enjoy the movie on my own.

This is a true story based on Ron Kovic’s autobiography. We see Kovic growing up on Long Island, NY, then enlisting for the marines and getting paralyzed in Vietnam. The first half of the movie is full of suffering and cliches. Then Kovic returns home and the movie slows down. He slowly changes from an outspoken proponent of the war to a leader of the movement against it. This part of the story is tolerable. It’s even interesting! I don’t know why I had to watch the first hour to get to this part.

I suppose you could argue that Kovic’s journey and transformation are an allegory for the evolution of American ideals and culture. Kovic is literally born on the fourth of July, for God’s sake. He lives an idyllic life of masculinity and willing and religion. And he slowly realizes simultaneously that the world is much more complicated than he thought it was and that the people who think the pastoral dream is true don’t want to confront the truth about America.

Okay? Fine. I admit it. There was some craftsmanship employed in making this movie. I don’t have to like it.

And Tom? Well…

There’s another Tom Cruise movie that we’ll get to eventually called “Tropic Thunder.” Ben Stiller’s character in that movie could be seen as parodying Cruise’s career. If that’s true, then “Born on the Fourth of July” is Cruise’s “Simple Jack.”

He really lays it on the line. He screams and spits and abandons his trademark handsomeness in favor of an ugly, overgrown mustache, a mullet, and the inability to walk. And the performance lacks the nuance and personality that makes Tom great in Risky Business and in Rain Man.

I guess he had to get a movie like this out of his system so he could realize that he isn’t Daniel Day Lewis. The intense connection to reality is what makes Cruise watchable and engaging, and even though this movie is based on a true story, Cruise is unable to make such an unlikable character seem real. The journeyman relevance of this movie in Cruise’s career makes it forgivable, but don’t watch it.

I think this movie also marks the end of the second phase of Cruise’s career. If 1981-1985 were the Pre-Maverick years, that is, the years before he became a huge star, then 1986-1989 are the experimental years, where Cruise tested the waters of a variety of roles of movie stardom.

It’s not that he stopped experimenting after that, but something changed in 1990. And it wasn’t the release of Wilson Phillips’ self-titled debut album.

In 1990, Cruise starred in his first movie with Nicole Kidman.

Next: Days of Thunder

Every Tom Cruise movie, part 10: Rain Man (1988)

Two years before Rain Man came out, Cruise starred alongside Paul Newman in The Color of Money, and was ceremoniously outclassed by a more experienced movie star capable of showing more depth, personality and character.

Rain Man is strikingly similar in some ways. It’s another Tom Cruise movie that deals closely with the relationship between money and other pursuits. It’s another “actor showcase” which mostly features Cruise and another movie star talking to each other and encountering a variety of situations. It is also, like The Color of Money, a road movie, the plot of which primarily features the two characters trying to get from one place to another.

Rain Man cleaned up at the Oscars. Dustin Hoffman won the Best Actor award. Barry Levinson won Best Director. Ronald Bass and Barry Morrow won Best Original Screenplay. And the film won Best Picture.

Do you notice someone missing from all of this?

I’ll let you in on a secret: Tom Cruise is better than Dustin Hoffman in this movie. Which isn’t to say Dustin Hoffman is bad. He just doesn’t have much to do. His character (Raymond) mostly just says “definitely” a lot and occasionally freaks out and punches himself in the face. Hoffman portrays this expertly. He changes his walk and his voice and believably pivots between stoic and psychotic. But I think the problem with actor recognition is that while it is entertaining and impressive to see an actor transform, the degree of difficulty is much higher for Cruise’s character, Charlie Babbit.

You see, Raymond has built-in credibility and sympathy. The audience can’t help but pity him, and because they can’t relate to what he’s going through, they aren’t in any position to criticize Hoffman’s performance. I’m sure that there are people like Raymond in real life, but I have no idea if the performance is authentic, in the same way that I can’t criticize the performance of Stephanie Corneliussen on Mr. Robot because she delivers most of her lines in Swedish.

However, I can relate to Charlie, who has to show us from the beginning of the film that he is a selfish asshole, and slowly win our trust and sympathy to the point that we want him to stay with Raymond at the end of the story instead of letting him go back to an institution where he would clearly be better off.

This is Cruise’s best performance so far, and I don’t think it’s close. He gets to do Tom Cruise stuff like stomp away from his father’s Buick with his arms flailing in frustration, and flash his winning smile to get the attention of a dowdy bank clerk. But he also has surprisingly subtle moments, like during a hearing near the end of the story where the doctors are trying to ascertain whether Raymond wants to stay with Charlie or not. You just see Cruise in the background, and his eyes show true triumph, then disappointment, without a grin or a flail.

A good comparison, I think, is The Dark Knight, which got a lot of attention for Heath Ledger’s performance as the Joker. Ledger is great in the movie, but again it’s mostly for changing his voice and his gait, whereas I think Gary Oldman’s performance is a lot more subtle and affecting.

Cruise has taken on an “apprentice” role a few times in his career – definitely, starring alongside Dustin Hoffman was an opportunity for him to take a role where he knew he would not be the showcase star, but to up his profile and show that he could star in “serious cinema.” His career for the next few years, working with Oliver Stone, Tony Scott, Ron Howard, and Rob Reiner, Robert Duvall, and Jack Nicholson, shows careful career planning as well as a desire to be considered a serious artist.

I’m not in love with the movie, though it was more lighthearted than I thought it would be. There is a lot of poetry in the script which plays a lot with the idea of communication between people who don’t fully understand each other, and isn’t afraid to make fun of Raymond. Barry Levinson also directed Wag the Dog, Bandits, Good Morning Vietnam, and the Natural, and is an underrated purveyor of late 80s / early 90s dramedies.

In the end, though, Rain Man is sort of what you expect.

Next: Born on the Fourth of July

Every Tom Cruise movie, part 9: Cocktail (1988)

Cocktail is a strange movie. So strange that I’m not sure what to say about it. I think my perception before I saw it the first time was that it was mostly just about Tom Cruise flipping bottles and grinning at people. But it’s actually largely about pursuing money. I think in a lot of ways this movie could even be seen as a companion to Risky Business.

Cruise’s character, Bryan Flanagan, does a lot of things in the pursuit of money during the course of Cocktail including moving to Jamaica, and cheating on his girlfriend with whom he has just had sex in a waterfall. He gets a job at a massive bar designed to look like a prison, where the loud synth-based dance music is occasionally interrupted to allow people to recite horrible poetry, and we are told that this is the hottest club in New York City.

I think the problem ends up being one of tone. The feel and mood are very off-putting to me. It is a surprisingly heavy movie and features what should be very emotional moments, but no one ever really seems to be affected by them. Characters commit suicide and betray each other in serious ways and the next scene is always Bryan grinning at someone and making a colorful drink. You never see the impact of a moment outside of a character reacting for 30 seconds. Then the moment is forgotten, the characters don’t change, and the next plot point arrives.

But at the same time, this is quintessential Cruise. I think the most notable thing about his career is that he’s always trying. He’s like a great NBA defender who makes up for a lack of the nuance and subtle skill mastery required to score by using his physicality and effort to dominate the opponent. Cruise learned how to pour and flip liquor bottles like a pro for this role, and you can tell every time the camera zooms in that the scenes wouldn’t work with a stunt double or camera trickery.

Maybe this is why the 1980s were a perfect time to make Tom Cruise a star. His natural dorkiness fit an era which popularized expression in the most un-subtle ways possible. Bright colors. Glam rock. Cocaine. Cruise and Bryan Brown dance around behind the bar shaking their shoulders and high-fiving like the Festrunk brothers. The quiet, brooding hipster has no power here. There is no “je ne sais quoi”. No tonality. Just saccharine, toothpaste-commercial masculinity. This is what it would look like if Justin Bieber became a movie star. Effort is enough.

Maybe that was overcritical. I love watching these movies. Even a movie like Cocktail that doesn’t seem particularly well made has great (probably unintentional) comedy, a surprisingly anti-capitalist message (the pursuit of money leads to more unhappiness than happiness), and Elisabeth Shue.

But I want more from you Tom. I want more.

Next: Rain Man

Every Tom Cruise movie, part 8: The Color of Money (1986)

The Color of Money is two hours long. For the first hour, I thought it was about the complicated paradox of talent versus experience. Tom Cruise’s character, Vince, is a young pool player. He’s competitive and wins a lot. He’s arrogant, like Maverick in Top Gun. He exhibits the same smarmy smile, which I imagine 1986 Tom Cruise thought was rougish, but comes off as creepy if not a bit inhuman.

Paul Newman’s character, “Fast Eddie” Felson, is a wise old pool shark. He knows the tricks of the trade of swindling people out of their money. He sees how good Vince is and knows he can use his talent to win big on a longshot bet if he can just get him into a big pool tournament in Atlantic City.

That’s the plot of The Color of Money. Vince, Eddie, and Vince’s girlfriend Carmen travel across the country hustling 9 ball games. Vince keeps fucking up the cons because he doesn’t like to lose games on purpose. He just likes to win. Early in the movie, he offers to front another player the customary $20 per rack bet because he doesn’t care about the money. He says, “I just want your best game.”

Eddie knows that you can’t make a living that way. 26 years before this movie came out, Newman played the same character in the Hustler, in which he was the young hotshot. His skills have atrophied but he still knows the game. It’s interesting how the presence of these two actors in the film mirrors that relationship, the tension between a legend on the decline of his career in Newman and an up-and-coming superstar in Cruise.

As Eddie is frustrated over and over again by Vince’s idealism and naivete, he finds himself pulled back into playing pool himself. He starts hitting pool halls on his own, and getting hustled by the same sharks he used to beat. He’s old, and his vision is fading, and he’s out of practice.

So for the first hour of the movie, I thought that was what it was about. How when you’re a kid and your parents say “when I was your age” and you roll your eyes because how could they ever understand what it was like to be you, right now? You can see both of the characters struggle with this divide, Eddie knowing what he could do with his knowledge and Vince’s talent, and Vince confused about why he has to follow a set of rules instead of just play the game he loves.

Then the movie takes a sharp turn. Eddie makes a comeback. Vince becomes a competent hustler. It’s a strikingly fast change in a movie that moves fairly slowly in terms of plot. And I realized that this movie is actually about something else. It’s about winning.

What does it mean to win something, and how do you define a winner? Is it simply the party that follows the rules to the best result? Is the person who gets the best prize? What happens when someone decides that the rules don’t apply to them?

Vince is competitive and just wants to win. We see that his desire to be the best isn’t limited to pool, it’s about everything in his life. He gets jealous when Carmen or Eddie don’t pay full attention to him. His fear that Carmen might get bored with him and leave him borders on violence. He isn’t content knowing that he is great at pool, he has to beat the best player in the room to prove to everyone that he is better.

For Eddie, winning is about making the maximum possible amount of money. Like Vince, the desire isn’t limited to pool. He sells liquor. He gambles. He cares not just about the value of money but the status it portrays.

The amazing thing about this movie is that each of the characters have such a profound effect on each other that they completely swap worldviews during the film while everything else about them stays the same. Vince is still a young, arrogant prick who now cares more about money than anything else. Eddie is a wise, dodgy old hustler who wants to prove that he’s the best at pool.

Ok. We’re approaching Peak Cruise. The aforementioned smile is in full display. He struts around the table swinging his cue like a katana. He hasn’t mastered the bellowing, smothering charm that dominates films like Jerry Maguire, but it’s close. Unfortunately for Tom he is completely out-acted by Paul Newman. Newman smokes, calls his girlfriend a “shrimp,” throws around hundred dollar bills, and basically spreads his seed all over the reel.

For a movie starring two of the top five or so Hollywood actors of all time, directed by one of the most celebrated directors of all time, it feels pretty small in scale. But it’s fun, engaging, and worth a watch. In case it wasn’t already clear, I really liked it.

Next up: Cocktail, in which we discuss the world’s first barman/poet.

Every Tom Cruise movie, part 7: Top Gun (1986)

Top Gun left me with a lot of questions, the foremost of which is, “What does a co-pilot actually do?”

Maverick and Goose fly together, but it seems like it’s Maverick’s job to fly the plane and Goose’s job to constantly crane his neck to watch a MIG fly by and say “there it goes!” Why is there an elite position in a top flight school for that guy?

Why does Kelly McGillis suddenly move away after Goose dies? One minute she’s self-admittedly falling in love with Maverick, and the next minute she’s skipping town without even saying goodbye as soon as his best friend gets killed? Bitches be cold.

Why is Iceman considered the villain? He doesn’t do anything bad for the entire movie, besides express concern that Maverick is flying too dangerously, which Maverick himself comes to realize over time. Seriously, the only thing Kilmer does in this movie is occasionally smirk when someone talks to Maverick. I’m not even sure he has any lines.

Why are they playing volleyball? This scene seems like it only exists to make Maverick late for his date, and then when he shows up, Kelly McGillis doesn’t even care!

This is the first movie that Cruise really carries. The other characters are flat. The plot is relatively boring. Starring another actor, I think it would have gone down in history as a total dud. But Tom discovers something in this movie that both brings depth to the film and inspires the next 15 years of his career: his teeth.

I think he started realizing this in Legend, when his smile was used strategically to portray innocence and youth. In Top Gun he goes into overdrive with the full-mouth, every-tooth-on-display smile. It’s used to display arrogance and vulnerability and triumph. For Maverick the smile is a mask, but for Cruise it is a lens that allows him to show emotion and charm at the same time. In a way, the smile is the only true character in the entire movie.

Next: The Color of Money, Martin Scorsese’s spiritual successor to the Paul Newman classic, The Hustler.

Every Tom Cruise movie, part 6: Legend (1985)

This concludes the part of Tom’s career that I’d like to call the pre-Maverick years. This is a bit of a strange finale to that era because, prior to Legend, Cruise worked as mostly a straight-man in realistic movies. Realism has become kind of a trademark for him and it’s clear from his early career that he expresses that through his intense dedication and presence to otherwise boring character parts. Only Risky Business really stands out to me as a great performance and an interesting character.

But the thing is, Tom must have been absolutely CRUSHING his auditions. Legend is his 7th movie in 5 years, and he’s gone from barely having any speaking lines at all to being the lead in a Ridley Scott movie. He also sheds all of the beefcakitude and charm built into his other roles and play a waifish, androgynous teen who never wears pants.

Seriously, he doesn’t wear pants for the entire movie! Even when he wears what appears to be a gilded armor tunic, he doesn’t wear pants. And he squats A LOT. Oh, does he ever squat.

There are a lot of good things about this movie. Tim Curry is funny and scary at the same time. Mia Sara has an extended dance number alongside a personified black, sparkly gown. The credit reel features a Unicorn Master.

But Cruise comes off as kind of a dolt. I think if I watched this movie at the time it was released I would think he was a sort of mediocre actor whose career would ride on whether he was able to land good roles as a handsome guy in successful movies.

Little would I realize that he was about to become an inferno.

Next: Top Gun