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Black Hawk Down

Director: Ridley Scott
Cast: Josh Hartnett, Ewan McGregor, Tom Sizemore, Eric Bana, William Fichtner, Ewen Bremner, Sam Shepard, Ron Eldard, Ioan Gruffudd, Thomas Guiry, Danny Hoch, Jason

(Columbia; US DVD: 26 Dec 2001)

Right out the window

In my interviews with those who were in the thick of battle, they remarked again and again how much they felt like they were in a movie, and had to remind themselves that this horror, the blood, the deaths, was real.
—Mark Bowden, Black Hawk Down


First published as a 1997 series for the Philadelphia Inquirer, journalist Mark Bowden’s Black Hawk Down: A Story of Modern War is a nearly moment-by-moment account of events in Somalia on October 3 and 4, 1993. Culled from radio dispatches, survivor interviews (both U.S. and Somali), military records, and media reports, the book recounts the battle that erupted in Mogadishu when the U.S. Army Special Forces—Rangers and Deltas (D-boys)—staged an “extraction” of several lieutenants to warlord Mohamed Farrah Aidid, and were met with armed resistance. Praised by military and civilian press (and since its publication in 1999, read by Special Forces trainees), the book illustrates the absurdity and chaos of urban warfare—there’s no ground to be won, no victory to be claimed, only survival to be scraped up against horrific odds, no matter what side you’re on. You look out your fellows as best you can: for the U.S. Special Forces, this takes the form of a credo (“Leave no man behind”); for the Somalis, it has a more immediate and more lasting effect—there is no “left behind,” only ongoing hardship.


It’s this pervasive awareness that there can be no “winners” that makes Bowden’s account so engaging for a variety of readers—those who abhor war, those who see it as necessary, and those who see it as a rite of manhood. And in this context, it’s striking that, as hard as Bowden worked to document what happened, as it was perceived by those who were there, he concludes by noting the troops’ lingering sense of unreality, of “feeling weirdly out of place, as though they did not belong here, fighting feelings of disbelief, anger, and ill-defined betrayal.”


Unsurprisingly, the movie version of Black Hawk Down, directed by Ridley Scott, produced by the indefatigable Jerry Bruckheimer, and approved by the U.S. military, takes something of an opposite approach. Newly released on DVD, the film masterfully recuperates a not-so-well-planned mission gone bad. As the film’s military advisor, Bruckheimer, and several of the actors underline in the DVD’s making-of documentary, “On the Set,” the film’s aim is to “honor” fallen U.S. soldiers. Well, of course. And the best way to do this is to focus on their experience of chaos and crisis, and to offer as little broad context as possible, since the soldiers went in with so little.


An action movie dressed up like an art film, Black Hawk Down is not about betrayal or anger, but heroism and patriotic self-delusions. It is careful not to dredge up certain aspects of the past, say, the famous television images that attended that U.S. mission—the bodies of two U.S. soldiers stripped and carried through the streets, the frightened eyes of Black Hawk pilot Mike Durant sent out during his 19-day captivity by Aidid’s men, or the U.S. forces’ hasty retreat following the operation, owing to the outcry of the back-home viewing and voting public. Rather, the movie allows that not only do the right good guys “win,” but also endure enough difficulty so that this victory, though not recognized in 1993, might now be appreciated for what it is.


And so, the film establishes Mog’s menace: U.S. soldiers are repeatedly beset by faceless Somali snipers and hordes, while omitting any references to reasons for the aggressive response to the U.S. invasion. It opens with a series of typewritten facts, just enough to sketch clear moral lines: in 1992, 3000,000 Somalis died of starvation, when Aidid stole UN food deliveries and killed UN troops. In October 1993, the U.S. mounted what was supposed to be a routine extraction, Rangers in Black Hawk and Little Bird helicopters and Deltas in a humvee convoy.


The troops do get their men, but the mission is costly. A note at film’s end reminds you that 18 U.S. soldiers (all named in the credits) and “about” 1000 unnamed Somalis died during those 15 hours of firefighting. Taking the U.S. boys’ perspective, the film becomes a surreal thrill ride, a well-crafted and compelling surface of color, movement, and noise. Cinematographer Slavomir Idziak and editor Pietro Scalia have put together a masterful hodgepodge of intense close-ups, spectacular chopper point-of-view shots, fast cuts and pans, well-composed surveillance images and grisly prosthetics and effects—it’s hard to walk out of this movie without feeling shaken.


Of course, this perspective also has limitations, and that’s the point. You see the SOAR chopper pilots appalled by Aidid’s men attacking a Red Cross food station, unable to intervene unless they are shot at (this detail is helpfully included as explanatory dialogue). Shortly after, the cowboyish Deltas, led by the charismatic Sgt. Hoot Gibson (Eric Bana, of Chopper), are whooping and hollering, shooting wild boar to serve up as a tasty treat for their bored-to-tears comrades. As General Garrison (Sam Shepard) discusses the futility of chasing Aidid with a detained gun merchant (George Harris), cigar smoke swirls ominously around the prisoner. Back at the barracks, idealistic Ranger Sergeant Eversmann (Josh Hartnett) schools his fellows in the morality of their situation, observing that “there are two things we can do: we can help these people or we can watch them die on CNN.” When he declares that he’s in it to “make a difference,” the gung-ho good-guyness of the Americans is clear.


By the same token, the film underlines the villainy of every character of color, save for the single black Ranger with a (minimal) speaking part, Kurth (Gabriel Casseus). Once the fight begins, the U.S. troops are alone sympathetic, tossed about in a melee of handheld shots and smash-cuts. Not only are the scrambling, distant Somalis demonized by their smallness and anonymity, but as well, by the time the UN troops do make a move to recover the U.S. troops, the Pakistani members only obstruct the action, apparently reluctant to follow orders that lead them into harm’s way.


This attitude riles the U.S. soldiers, who have, of course, suffered for hours. While more than 100 of them entered the fray, the film focuses on a few that it types recognizably: resourceful Grimes (Ewan McGregor), fearless McKnight (Tom Sizemore), Elvis fan/Black Hawk pilot Wolcott (Jeremy Piven), steadfast Steele (Jason Isaacs), and newbie Blackburn (Orlando Bloom). D-boy Hoot (whom Bana, in “On the Set,” calls “a warhorse”) is the most assured of the soldiers, able to make his way in and out of combat areas with stealth and accuracy. His advice to Ranger Eversmann early on haunts the rest of the film: “Once that first bullet goes past your head, politics and all that shit just goes out the window.” The film illustrates this shift in consciousness with a visceral ferocity. But as they realize that their mission is not so in-and-out as they had imagined, they see the problem in their surroundings, not in their approach. This makes their surroundings as familiar as the characters are: Mog is yet another heart of darkness, populated by unknowable and frightening “others,” whom the troops call “skinnies” or “sammies.”


Unremarked by the U.S. troops is the fact that the Somalis’ skinniness is an effect of real life conditions, not only their oppression by brutal local warlords like Aidid, but also their so-called “third world” status, their lack of access to a “global” economy and political agenda, the U.S./international banking system’s participation in the creation of such conditions, their oppression by the “first world” represented by the mighty Black Hawks. Where the Americans are understandably appalled to see their birds go down, one can only imagine the thrill that this same display must have brought the shooters. It was probably a lot like the feeling that the injured, weary, and desperate American soldiers felt when they saw the back-up forces finally arrive, and blow up the rooftops from which Somali snipers were firing.


Neither does the movie address why the “sammies” would be inclined to carry American bodies through the streets. You do see one body hoisted from a downed chopper, then a quick cut to other action, namely, the efforts of Durant (here played by Ron Eldard) to stave off his capture, firing at whoever comes by, until he runs out of ammunition. Cut again, to Durant’s view of a crowd of black faces as they swarm over him, and, somewhat later, a brief bit of his battered face as he’s lectured by his captor, Aidid’s man, Firimbi (Treva Etienne): “In Somalia, killing is negotiation. You think if you get General Aidid, we all stop killing? There will be no peace. This is our world.”


Firimbi’s observation is the closest the film comes to articulating a context outside that of U.S. interests. The absence of any glimpse into “their world”—the pain, rage, and hopelessness that shape “their” daily experience—ensures that Black Hawk Down, no matter how well it approximates the soldiers’ feeling that they were “in a movie,” will not get at the multiple dire stakes involved, for Americans as well as Somalis. The Marines’ best intentions are articulated by Eversman: believing the U.S. can “help” Somalia, he remains unaware of U.S. participation in the creation of the nation’s warlords and starvation conditions. The more practical attitude is best embodied by the taciturn Hoot, who knows what it takes to survive, no matter the stated objectives.


Still, objectives are important, especially when you have the chance to articulate them a few times, in a supplemental documentary, for instance The documentary is a fairly paltry “extra” for a major league DVD, though it may be that the DVD is its own reward, allowing you to rewatch, freeze-frame, and otherwise adjust the spectacular visuals to your own viewing needs or desires.


The documentary is revealing in its way. As underlined in “On the Set,” the movie-making experience was both difficult and rewarding, involving hard work, some version of basic training (“I threw up like three times,” exults one soldier-actor), long days, and haircuts. Moreover, the documentary points out the grand scope of the production, that the principal cast was vast, the crew international, and the shoot itself complex, deploying multiple vehicles and choppers, some 15 cameras, and “thousands of extras.”


These extras are not interviewed, of course. Nor is Brendan Sexton III, who played Richard “Alphabet” Kowalewski in the film. You may recall that Sexton made some public noise following the film’s 2001 release, calling out the filmmakers’ complicity with the military and propaganda project; perhaps needless to say, his former employers aren’t so inclined to include him in their self-celebratory exercises.

Cynthia Fuchs is director of Film & Media Studies and Associate Professor of English, Film & Video Studies, African and African American Studies, Sport & American Culture, and Women and Gender Studies at George Mason University.


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