Reviewed by Glenn Erickson
John Boorman turned his straight gangster tale Point Blank into a satisfyingly stylish art
picture that could have been titled Last Year at Alcatraz. He followed it up with this less
cerebral but more allegorical war drama. Hell in the Pacific reduces all of human conflict
to two belligerent enemy soldiers clashing on an idyllic south seas island. Excellently played and
beautifully shot, this would be a surefire gotta-have disc - if the transfer were a bit better.
Survivors of a sea battle, an American Navy pilot (Lee Marvin) and a Japanese Navy
Captain Kuroda (Toshiro Mifune) find themselves alone and almost weaponless, facing each other
on a pretty but harsh Pacific isle with no fresh water. Their duel to the death fades as neither
has the desire to kill the other, and after a period of hostility they begin to work as a survival
team. The language barrier leads to a lot of shouting and crossed signals, but eventually they
start construction of a seaworthy bamboo raft.
Hell in the Pacific is one of John Boorman's best films. It's a lean and focused action
drama in a beautiful setting with two of the world's most masculine stars in convincing combat.
Most of it plays as a silent movie and Boorman does a bang-up job of keeping us keyed in to exactly
what's going on: who's stalking who, and what the physical realities are in any particular situation.
What we see is belligerence at its most basic, as simple as one of Norman Mclaren's
animated films about Neighbors battle over their garden fences. Marvin and Mifune are like
cavemen, like children using dirty tricks, infuriating humiliations and deadly threats to
bolster what are really defensive postures. Each gets the other dead to rights but refuses to
deliver a coup de grace; each takes turns enforcing elaborate "I won, you're my slave"
punishments. Even that grows unbearable. Mifune can't stand to see Marvin's silent, mocking
eyes stare at him, and Marvin goes nuts trying to get Mifune to fetch a stick as if he were a dog.
Boorman handles the transition from violence to cooperation quite well and without betraying the
kind of '60s pacifist attitude that mars films like Ladybug, Ladybug. Their one modern
knife becomes a shared tool, with Mifune sharpening it for Marvin. Their continuing selfishness
now seems ridiculous, when Marvin barks his claim on a worthless log, just to assert his
All of this plays out in staggeringly beautiful island locations. The two actors are convincingly
weatherbeaten and sunburned. Mifune manages to keep his tattered uniform in fairly good shape,
but when covered in mud Marvin looks like a wooden ship's figurehead. Conrad Hall
proves as adept with color as he was in B&W, with able assistance from soon-to-be equal camera
superstar Jordan Cronenweth.
The film maintains a first-person, you-are-there realism right through difficult scenes like
breaking through the reef surf in a handmade bamboo boat. It really is the two actors out there,
and we get to reflect on how tough everything they're doing must have been.
(rest of review until quality evaluation not recommended for viewers who haven't
seen the movie)
The closer Hell in the Pacific gets to its ending, the more we fear that a satisfactory
finish will be impossible. Boorman and his screenwriters wrap up their tale in great style.
Interestingly, action fans have never complained about the lack of a duel to the death (a
commercial necessity today, see
The Hunted) because by the third
reel Marvin and Mifune are just too darn likeable for anyone to want to see either of them killed.
Boorman finishes off his little art picture with a simple elliptical structure - when the pair
get back to surroundings reminding them of their previous identities as sworn enemies, their
natural truce fades. They shave, get cleaned up and drink saké together, but it's no use.
(heavy-grief spoilers follow)
In the original cut Boorman opted for a quizzical anti-climax that used a patented Antonioni cut
to black simply when the two men reverted to irreconcilable enemy status. For the
American release, the end was trimmed and a more definite explosive finale substituted. It's okay,
in a bogus Twilight Zone way, but it reflects commercial necessity over artistic choice.
The disc carries the original ending as an extra. The standard commercial ending is what's on the
main feature. 1
MGM's DVD of Hell in the Pacific is an ABC (Buena Vista) owned title. Since its source is a
2nd-party delivered element from outside the MGM vault, we can assume that MGM had no say in the
format. What we end up with is an okay transfer that's letterboxed but not 16:9 enhanced.
Normally this wouldn't be all that regrettable; Savant regularly gives Good ratings to transfers of
older films if they're of anything resembling reasonable quality. But Hell in the Pacific,
with all those sparkling-clear tidepools and lush green jungles, should look prettier than
The Thin Red Line. We can really
feel it when it rains, and the not-so-super resolution of the non-enhanced image makes this
excellent film look second rate.
The only listed extra is the Alternate Ending; I believe the "from the original Theatrical release"
subtitle is a mistake (here we go again, if I'm wrong). It's presented without comment and doesn't
start early enough to play the drinking scene without the sound of approaching naval gunfire.
The English subtitles are very welcome. With them we understand not only Marvin's taunting
English but Mifune's dialogue. Japanese audiences must have been pleased with Mifune's mocking
and humorous lines. Marvin tries to get Mifune to fetch a stick. Mifune: "Idiot!"
The paste-up cover art doesn't convey much of the specialness of the movie, but I don't remember
the original campaign artwork for comparison.
On a scale of Excellent, Good, Fair, and Poor,
Hell in the Pacific rates:
Supplements: Alternate ending
Packaging: Keep case
Reviewed: June 8, 2004
1. (Final spoiler warning)
The standard film ends with a definite wipeout, a they-were-all-hit-by-a-bus explosion. While the
sailors argue over trifles, naval gunfire is heard building on the soundtrack behind their shouting,
and then we hear a whistling noise, the kind identifiable by every American over 4 as an incoming
shell. The picture then cuts away to a (stock shot?) of the hilltop building being blown to bits.
This finish plays okay until we see the more mature, if less testosterone-y original ending.
DVD Savant Text © Copyright 2007 Glenn Erickson