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Saturday, March 28, 2009

Twelve O’Clock High (1949) [NR] ****/*****

A film review by Glenn Erickson for DVDSavant.com on July 5, 2005.

Twelve O'Clock High was one of the first movies after WWII to revisit that conflict with a new perspective. Hollywood gave the country a few years to decompress, with the idea that audiences would be sick of the war-themed fare that had dominated screens for four years. A superior drama, this story of the pressure of command isn't limited to the rigors of combat - anybody managing a lot of people to get a tough job done will understand the stress factors involved.

The film was nominated for several Oscars including Best Picture, and won for Supporting Actor and Sound. But its highest approval rating came from veterans who acknowledged that it was both respectful of the sacrifice of American flyers and accurate in its portrayal of the experience of the B-17 bombing squadrons stationed in England.

Brigadier General Frank Savage (Gregory Peck) has already finished his flying duty and is serving as a wing staffer under Major General Pritchard (Millard Mitchell). He recommends that Col. Keith Davenport (Gary Merrill), commander of a hard luck outfit be relieved of his command for identifying too closely with his men to make mission success his first priority. Frank's reward is to take over the command himself, which means skipping Davenport's nice guy tactics. He ruthlessly makes it known that sentiment will have no place in the new order, and among other unpopular decisions picks out a flyer with a poor record, Ben R. Gately (Hugh Marlowe), as a scapegoat. He slowly wins over his command and faces up to a wholesale transfer mutiny from his pilots, while pursuing Pritchard's elusive goal of maximum effort.

Twelve O'Clock High isn't just a war adventure; we actually see only one bombing mission, presented (as a text title proudly proclaims) exclusively through real aerial battle footage from both Allied and Axis combat cameramen. Sy Bartlett and Beirne Lay Jr.'s script starts out much tougher than any other flying film to date, with the gruesome aftermath of a mission in which a beloved pilot got the back of his head shot off. He went nuts instead of dying, and had to be restrained forcibly while the damaged plane limped back home.

Veterans liked the tough attitude taken toward one of the war's strangest combat experiences. Pilots left the relative safety of their English camps for daily raids over Europe in broad daylight (the British did the night flying). They suffered heavy losses without seeing much in the way of concrete results, and many returned with devastating injuries. A B-17 bombing raid has been compared to a baseball game in which the team always performs perfectly, staying cool and doing their jobs. Only blind luck would decide who would come back intact and who would be shot to bits or felled by a lucky flak hit. It doesn't take long for the players to lose their desire to take to the field.

Twelve O'Clock High takes on the issue of leadership under extraordinary circumstances. General Savage has the authority to harass and humiliate as well as reward his men, and knows he must find a way to motivate them to do their jobs - this is one WWII movie that doesn't assume that every soldier wakes up each day saluting the flag and happily going off to risk his life. A heavily-decorated flyer named Bishop (Robert Patten) is one of the first to say he doesn't know what it's all for, that he just wants out.

Davenport's nice guy approach is shown to have severe flaws. His men love him but the energy of the unit is directed toward personal loyalty instead of the missions. The film implies that this soft approach invites slack performance when a stupid error by Davenport's navigator costs the wing five planes. Instead of busting the navigator or transferring him, Davenport protects the poor goof and backs him up. Frank Savage thinks that the pilots aren't going to be happy flying under the guy's direction, and that Davenport is putting one man ahead of the entire unit. As they say in the corporate boardroom, a little housecleaning is in order.

It's still debatable if tougher leadership can keep mistakes from happening. Perhaps a constant threat of demotion will make the navigator recheck his figures, or just make more mistakes.

Savage's hardball approach gets results by challenging each man to do his best, through both pride and fear. Ben Gately's humiliation is so severe he has little choice but to bear down and prove his S.O.B. commander wrong, which he does. Savage lessens the unit's likelihood of making bad decisions for sentimental reasons by having all roommate assignments changed. To win the approval of his pilots (and to keep their threatened mutiny from grounding the whole bomber wing), Savage flies more missions himself, proving he's willing to take the same risks.

The squadron turns around, winning approval upstairs while establishing the viability of daylight strategic bombing (also debatable, depending on which analyst one reads). An element of valor creeps in as Savage's ground staff disobeys orders and sneaks aboard aircraft for mission joyrides. Savage wants to bust young clerk Sgt. McIlhenny (Robert Arthur) until he finds out that the kid is a natural gunner and shot down two enemy planes his first time out. Savage finally wins the approval of his pilots by disobeying a recall order and pressing on with the mission anyway: They obviously like his show of guts.

But there's a price to be paid as Savage becomes more popular. He can't face the fact that he's used Gately as a squadron motivational tool, and it starts to get lonely when his own closest buddies are lost over enemy territory, and he has to pretend he doesn't care. Davenport warns him that there's more than one way for a commanding officer to crack up, and Savage may be heading in that direction.

Twelve O'Clock High's cast earned high praise. Gregory Peck was nominated as Best Actor for the fourth time in five years while Dean Jagger won a Supporting Oscar with his first and only nomination. Among the other able cast members, one of the top winners was Hugh Marlowe in a role that won him a Fox contract and five years of constant movie work, although he became sidetracked as ineffectual supporting players and unlikeable villains (Night and the City, The Day the Earth Stood Still).

A great many WWII movies now seem in questionable taste or too eager to glamorize the wrong elements of combat. Twelve O'Clock High retains an air of unassailable integrity.

Nowadays we can't see Twelve O'Clock High and not think about what it says about business practices. You don't have to be in a company or corporate situation long these days to be confronted with war-like workload stress. Absolute loyalty is demanded, as if the company goals (often ill-defined in mushy Mission Statements one is supposed to take as gospel) were as important as a war effort. One is expected to keep one's mind on immediate work, stay tightly within the management structure in all things and say nothing about business to outsiders. More often than not, the loyalty is all one-way: The company demands more while expecting the employee to be grateful for less. After all, you're lucky to have a job.

It's interesting how many of the same situations and motivational tactics in Twelve O'Clock High are a part of our work experience. Haven't we all seen a nice guy or buddy to his employees person disappear in favor of someone who puts bottom-line ambitions ahead of employee welfare? It's only natural. The difference is that in wartime draconian measures can be justified because people's lives are at stake. Modern workers are expected to make similar sacrifices just to polish the performance record of executives who may never give them the time of day. No wonder workers crack up and executives break the law; the pressure can just get to be too much. [Erickson’s rating: **** out of 4 stars]

Labels: drama, flying, WWII



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