The Natural opens simply, quietly; no music, no fuss, just simple titles and straightforward images of Robert Redford getting on a train. It's a stark contrast to the closing scenes, as triumphant a storybook ending (complete with swelling, Copland-style music and literal fireworks) as one could imagine. It builds to that ending, and earns it. At the time of its release in 1984, critical response to Barry Levinson's baseball fable was mixed, with some appreciating its nostalgic air and clean storytelling, others comparing it unfavorably to the Bernard Malamud novel that inspired it (and its wildly different ending). But it is a film that has aged well and grown in stature; like Field of Dreams five years later, its sports setting has made it an acceptable (and venerable) "male weepie."
Redford stars as Roy Hobbs, a baseball player with talent to burn on his way to the majors. While on the train to Chicago, he crosses paths with sportswriter Max Mercy (Robert Duvall), who is travelling with baseball star "The Whammer" (Joe Don Baker). (I at first questioned the credibility of "Mitchell" as a famous athlete, and then my wife reminded me of a gentleman by the name of Babe Ruth. Touché, wife.) During a stop, Hobbs strikes "The Whammer" out, catching the eye of not only Mercy, but a seductive mystery woman (Barbara Hershey). But then the story takes a shock turn, and picks up 16 years later. Hobbs is finally making his major league debut--the league's oldest rookie--for the last-place New York Knights, managed by Pop Fisher (Wilford Brimley). Pop doesn't want to let Roy play, but when he finally does, their winning streak begins.
Director Levinson (directing his first film after his astonishingly assured debut, Diner) is playing heavy with the symbolism of Americana--not just baseball, but trains and soda fountains and all other forms of nostalgia. He's dipping into the old movie toolbox as well; the picture's gee-whiz morality and throwback style (it's a positively soft PG rating) are downright Capraesque. But there's plenty of opportunities for subtextual interpretation; some have compared the battles of the New York Knights to Arthurian legend, others to Greek mythology. For me, it is most intriguing (and most risky) in its use of religious iconography. Hobbs is something of a baseball hero as Jesus figure who can summon up miracles and seemingly control the weather, inspired by an angelic woman in white (Glenn Close). What are we to make of all of these loaded images? I think Levinson (and screenwriters Roger Towne and Phil Dusenberry) were creating a deliberately open-ended mythology; whatever portal you choose to read in through is there.
With his actors, Levinson draws on typecasting--in a positive way that helps the picture. We're seeing familiar faces in comfortable roles, arriving with backstory intact. Of course we immediately buy Redford as the incorruptible golden boy, Duvall as the cynical sportswriter who knows all the angles, Brimley and Richard Farnsworth as the crusty but kind team managers, Robert Prosky as the corrupt team co-owner, Close as the sweetheart from back home--Levinson isn't asking anyone to stretch much, but the casting choices aid immeasurably in the ease of the storytelling. Kim Basinger was still a pretty novice actor when she co-starred, but in some ways, her more finely-tuned work in L.A. Confidential helps make her femme fatale turn here more credible. (Her weak performance is done no favors by having to share a film with Close, who is sheer perfection.)
Levinson leans a bit too heavily on the montage as a narrative tool (there's quite a few assemblages of game footage and headlines scored to jazzy music), and the 132-minute running time is a little bloated. He's still finding his footing as a filmmaker--a late scene in the judge's office is clumsily blocked--but he's painting on a big, broad canvas here, and doing it admirably. Randy Newman's score would be bombastically ridiculous in just about any other movie, but I wouldn't change a note; it's a perfect fit for this outsized myth-making epic. The music is particularly appropriate during those famous shots of Roy's last at-bat, which have been reproduced, clipped, and parodied--but still haven't lost the ability to dazzle and wow even the most cynical viewer.
THE BLU-RAY DISC:
Caleb Deschanel's luminous cinematography is duly served by the 1080p MPEG-4 AVC transfer. His painterly use of light (often in large, clean shafts) is lovingly rendered, as the warm, amber glow of the film (particularly in the flashbacks to Roy's childhood) and the slightly aged color scheme. Black levels are rich and thick (check out the first scene in "The Judge"'s dark office), grain is quite good, and the 1.85:1 image is clear as a bell (sometimes clearer than you want; that Wilford Brimley's got a lot of chest hair). There's a soft shot here or there, but overall, this is one of the better transfers I've seen for a catalogue title.
The DTS-HD Master Audio 5.1 track is also quite robust, from the sharp thwack of Roy's bat to the cracking thunder following his first time at the plate to the panning trains of the Chicago El trains. The many ballgame scenes are nicely immersive, while the triumphant Newman score is well spread throughout the soundstage. Some of the nightclub and restaurant scenes could have made better use of the rear channels, but still, this is an active, vibrant track.
French and Portuguese DTS-HD MA and a Spanish Dolby Digital 5.1 tracks are also offered, as are English, English SDH, French, Spanish, and Portuguese subtitles.
The disc comes loaded with bonus features, most of them ported over from the 2007 special edition DVD (the only real exclusion, though it is an important one, is that disc's extended director's cut of the film, or even the deleted scenes included in that cut). The best is "When Lightning Strikes: Creating The Natural" (49:56 total), an in-depth, three-part documentary covering all elements of production, with participation of most of the involved parties, along with multiple baseball historians and other experts. The four-part "Extra Innings" (7:12 total) takes a closer look at some of the more specific production elements and sidebars: the use of slow motion, the design of the uniforms, the tale of Ryne Sandberg and his Roy Hobbs-esque game shortly after the film's release, and how the motives of the Hershey character were questioned by everyone--including then-President Reagan. Next up is "Clubhouse Conversations" (15:25), an interview assemblage in which baseball historians, broadcasters, and players (along with Redford) discuss the game itself.
"A Natural Gunned Down: The Stalking of Eddie Waitkus" (17:08) tells the fascinating story of the real-life "natural," Cubs player Eddie Waitkus, whose murder by a fan presumably inspired a portion of the story, while "Knights in Shining Armor: They Mythology of The Natural" (9:18) is a thorough and thoughtful examination of the story's parallels with the mythology of the Greeks. Finally, "The Heart of The Natural" (44:06) alternates extended thoughts and reflections by baseball great with Cal Ripken Jr. and director Barry Levinson with clips from the film.
The disc also includes Previews for other Sony releases, BD-Live functionality, and the Movie IQ viewing option.
The phrase "old-fashioned" is too often used as a pejorative, indicating clueless obsolescence. But in moviemaking, an old-fashioned picture can be a good thing; it congers up a specific style and manner of telling a story, and a kind of story that's less easily told in our cynical times. The Natural feels like that; you can easily picture it in black and white, with Gary Cooper in the lead, Deborah Kerr in the Close role, Lionel Barrymore as "The Judge." It's an old-fashioned movie, and that's meant as the highest compliment.
Jason lives with his wife Rebekah and their two cats in New York and holds an MA in Cultural Reporting and Criticism from NYU. He is film editor for Flavorwire and is a contributor to Salon, the Atlantic, and several other publications. He blogs at Fourth Row Center and is yet another critic with a Twitter feed.