LAST FLAG FLYING
OUT 26 JANUARY CERT 15 / 125 MINS
DIRECTOR Richard Linklater CAST Bryan Cranston, Laurence Fishburne, Steve Carell, J. Quinton Johnson, Deanna Reed-foster
PLOT 2003. Thirty years after they served together, former medic Larry ‘Doc’ Shepherd (Carell) enlists ’Nam buddies Sal Nealon (Cranston) and Richard Mueller (Fishburne) to attend the military funeral of his son, killed in action in Iraq. A bittersweet road trip ensues. IT IS PEAK Richard Linklater to make an unofficial sequel to a 44-yearold film he had nothing to do with in the first place. Last Flag Flying is a quasi follow-up to Hal Ashby’s 1973 The Last Detail starring Jack Nicholson, Randy Quaid and Otis Young (both films are based on novels by Darryl Ponicsan). It changes the names of the characters, but keeps similar story threads, moods and a sense of disillusionment. The result is by turns warm, funny, angry and melancholic. The Last Detail edges it, but Linklater has made a worthy successor.
Ashby’s film centres on two US sailors transporting a third to a military prison. The new film shares a similar plot core. This time round, ex-vietnam buddies Sal Nealon (Cranston) and Richard Mueller (Fishburne) accompany Larry ‘Doc’ Shepherd (Carell) to attend the burial of his son Larry Jr, killed in action in Iraq, at Arlington Cemetery. Yet, when Doc learns the true nature of his son’s death, he decides to transport his son back to New Hampshire for a civilian burial. Sal and Richard come along for the ride, along with Larry Jr’s comrade, Charlie Washington (Johnson, holding his own amongst stellar company).
It is hard to think of a better fit than Linklater to pick up Ashby’s mantle: both filmmakers prioritise people over plots, revealing flawed, very human characters in shaggy, free-wheeling stories told with unflashy style. For most of its running time, Last Flag Flying is a car and train trip that allows Linklater to do his juggling-contrasting-moods thing, from hilarious (the three men trying to buy a newfangled mobile phone) to the emotional (a visit to the mother of a dead soldier beautifully played by Cicely Tyson). It’s a film about war that has no truck with flashbacks and helicopters. Linklater raises questions about whether comforting fictions are better than hard truths, and takes a liberal stance toward patriotism and the military. This isn’t gung-ho flag-waving (which might go some way to explaining its lukewarm US reviews). The film respects the pride of those who serve while critiquing the government that has let the central characters down.
It’s a sombre, often cold-looking film — Shane F. Kelly’s cinematography offers grey images of run-down neighbourhoods, cities and train tracks — but the film has heart at its centre. Always a terrific director of actors, Linklater gets great stuff from his cast: Carell, often most impressive when he is muted, is meek and moving, Fishburne is powerful in stillness as a hellraiser-turned-reverend, and Cranston is a force of nature in the Nicholson role. There is a terrific scene where the three men talk in a railway carriage about losing their virginity. It’s both a reference to an incident in The Last Detail and heartland Linklater: characters revealing themselves through talk. And silence. IAN FREER
VERDICT Last Flag Flying is a thoughtful tally of the cost of war on ordinary lives that also manages to be a funny, moving men-on-a-road-trip movie. It’s that rare thing: a sequel, albeit 44 years late, that is worth catching up with.