A victorious, winning wreck

Red Tails

on January 20, 2012 by Sara Maria Vizcarrondo


Though the premise seems relentlessly lucrative, the rumor is that George "StarWarBucks" Lucas spent more than a decade getting a distributor for Red Tails. This true life action/drama about WWII's Tuskegee Airmen, the first all-black air squadron, is precisely the sort of broadly drawn propaganda that boosts American Patriotism while it denounces the evils of bigotryfor the mass market, it's a win-win. Such a story is made to be colored in jumbo crayon, and at first you might long for a more nuanced approach, but this film was produced in the 1940's serial style that's made Lucas Films enormous; it's made for exporting and plays well for kids old enough to know drinking is evil, glory-hogging is dangerous, Nazis are bad and racism is the worst "ism" fit to print. It tests your patience in plenty of ways (the score nearly drove me from the theater) but it also demands and nearly wins your love. I had the honor of sitting alongside some WWII veterans (they talked straight through what must have been aircraft porn to them) and the possibility of actual Tuskegee airmen viewing among us created buzz in the aisles. I encourage seeing Red Tails in the theater for the chance to encounter the enthusiasts and veterans the film lures. As a cultural product, it's cheese, but cholesterol aside, the box office should prove how much we love comfort food.

African American pilots were deemed "mentally inferior," according to a 1925 military study. It's pasted onscreen before a phenomenally ill-advised credits sequence intrudes on a perfectly good aerial battle (poor Ne-Yo's name never looked stupider). The Tuskegee Airmen (as represented here) aren't just the best the air force has to offer but the best of young America, military or civilian: educated, intelligent and bred with the expectation to become engineers, politicians, leaders. That said, each soldier takes a pre-ordained role: the musician (Ne-Yo), the ecclesiastic (Marcus T. Paulk, Moesha), the curmudgeonly mechanic (Andre Royo, CSI NY), the Joker (Elijah Kelly, Hairspray), the ace (David Oyelowo, The Help), the harried leader (Nate Parker, Great Debaters); and while there are dozens of flyboys in the air, we never interface with more than four at a time. Each of them (save the mechanics) rides his machine into the sky and, after overcoming fits of bigotry from other soldiers, earns the respect and gratitude of all whom they protect. As the men's Major in command, Cuba Gooding Jr. is incomparably charismatic (though someone gave the man a pipe that's as absurd as a parrot on his shoulder) and Terrence Howard is the Colonel, who plays politics between the Pentagon and the barracks, angling to get the airmen off the ground for a fight instead of a patrol for German trucks ("I can't tell my dad all I killed was traffic.") It's possible the battles are accurate, as are the vintage planes (from what I heard mid-screening), but what moviegoers want to see is victory: in the air, and on ideological ground.

David Oyelwo is this film's Denzel Washington (the comparison to Glory is imminent) and Oyelowo blows away his made-for-TV colleagues, even through a ridiculous romance with an "Italian" girl he never understandstheir conversation is primarily "I don't speak Italian" and "Non parlo inglese," but they plan marriage anyway. There are other odd almost-jabs: one man is a POW at Stalag 18 (Is Anthony Hemingway admitting he's not quite Billy Wilder?) and a mechanic played by Method Man hits an engine with his tools only to be scolded, "Metal on metal is not music!" But awkwardness aside, the cast is exactly like a 1940s glamor shot: they couldn't be more iconic and two-dimensional. While the film is clearly made to be a morality tale for tweens and an upstanding representation of the Tuskegee Airmen painted in honorable and broad strokes, it's also a strange antidote to other stories that struggle with race issues and come up lacking. The Help condescendingly attempted to tackle the issue of segregation via a verbal battle of social one-upsmanship between catty women. Ironically, that domestic melodrama lacks a particularly dignified victoryViola Davis' beautifully realized final monologue notwithstanding. Here, the Airmen circumvent the issue of race by being bigger men than their aggressors, Nazi and Yankee. But even when a key German Ace dies in a beatific explosion, their celebration lasts only a second. The men who matter are their other Tuskegees, and watching them battle enemies both foreign and domestic can only be so meaningful as the self-sufficiency and determination that always overcome the small-mindedness of tyrants.

Distributor: 20th Century Fox
Cast: Cuba Gooding Jr., Gerald McRaney, Bryan Cranston, Terrence Howard, David Oyelowo, Kevin Phillips, Nate Parker, Daniela Ruah, Michael B. Jordan, Tristan Wilds, Cliff Smith, Rick Otto
Director: Anthony Hemingway
Screenwriters: John Ridley, Aaron McGruder
Producers: Rick McCallum
Genre: War/Action
Rating: PG-13 for some sequences of war violence
Running Time: 125 min.
Release date: January 20, 2012


Tags: Cuba Gooding Jr., Gerald McRaney, Bryan Cranston, Terrence Howard, David Oyelowo, Kevin Phillips, Nate Parker, Daniela Ruah, Michael B. Jordan, Tristan Wilds, Cliff Smith, Rick Otto, Anthony Hemingway, John Ridley, Aaron McGruder, Rick McCallum

read all Reviews »


  • sachockey21 on 24 January 2012

    Ms. Vizcarrondo, I don't know if the decision was intentional or not, but the pipe "that's as absurd as a parrot on his shoulder" was a regular accessory of Col. Roberts' (the individual on whom Mr. Gooding's character is based). While our family never expected complete historical accuracy amidst the Hollywood of the film, this was one bit of truth that took us all by surprise. We are all pleased to say that Mr. Gooding served my grandfather's likeness well - pipe and all.

  • cms_admin on 31 January 2012

    That is so lovely! I think those touches of historical veracity can really make those familiar with the truth feel very intimately toward the film. I only wish it had that effect on me. I thought Mr. Gooding was literally chewing scenery. Meanwhile, his other turns in portraying the honorable soldier were quite impressive--how he managed his position in the chain of command, his transitions from authoritative dryness to knowing charm, his patrician attitude towards the air men--all well delivered and carefully conceived. He was well cast and I'm very glad to hear he honored the memory of your grandfather! Who, I will bet, was a more natural looking pipe smoker than he;-)
    Thank you for writing in! And congratulations for having such an important family member!!!
    With Gratitude and Respect for Service,

  • GregStPierre on 18 February 2012

    It was with particular interest that I read your review, Sara, as I'm currently involved with a film in this exact genre (the tale of a certain Battle of Britain hero, in our case). Naturally we have been watching Red Tails' box office numbers very closely. I've seen Red Tails, and as much as I adore the subject matter I'm afraid I can't be quite as charitable:

    I would like to have to have seen an brief explanation of WHY the bombers were bombing. A minor detail perhaps, but with a certain segment of the American population unable to comprehend defensive action of any sort, the film (unintentionally) made us look like the agressors.

    Some acting (particularly that of the bomber crews) was downright embarrasing and for the first time in my life I actually cringed in a theater seat.

    Music would swell on cue during some conversations or scenes which frankly didn't call for any scoring.

    This film needed a protagonist. I realize the film was an ensemble but in my opinion it would have benefited from a tighter focus on a single individual and his arduous journey.

    The sneering Luftwaffe pilot felt contrived and was taken almost wholesale from Flyboys. In this film the antagonist was (or should have been) racism and those who fostered it. The sneering German would have been more appropriate in a film about a vicious rivalry between two specific enemy pilots determined to best each other.

    Very little care was taken to keep the audience on top of where and when off-airfield/non-aerial scenes were taking place, siuch as meetings with the brass. This film would have benefited from a smidgion of expository text, which is always acceptable in war films.

    On a more positive note:

    The CG aircraft (which are notoriously difficult to make realistic) were better than I expected, though not flawless. Aircraft would sometimes move unrealistically. On the whole, the effects were acceptable.

    The black cast were extremely good. The lines they were given sometimes weren't.

    It was good to see the massive bomber fleets and their escorts in action. Been a long time since we've seen it on that epic scale.

    On the whole I still enjoyed the film, but sadly I do not think Lucas will ever recoup what he spent to get it made and distributed. Our own project is forecast to cost considerably less than his, so we are keeping our fingers crossed.

    Best wishes and keep up the great work.


What do you think?