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The world saw evil that day. Two men saw something else. [Aug. 31st, 2006|11:28 am]
Tomas Gallucci
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The world saw evil that day. Two men saw something else.
Wednesday, August 9th was the viewing of World Trade Center. For the Wednesday night party, there was only one person who showed up. When asked how the movie was by various people who knew I was going to see it, I have stated that I wanted to see the movie a second time before commenting on it. I have done so in the time that has lapsed and feel confident in my ability to review the film. Therefore, we shall have a review.

From my Tuesday, May 23rd post:

I don't see why people would pay money to go see Jesus die, but they won't pay money to see two heroes live.

At first, I was nervous when I thought about seeing this movie. I wanted to see it, but I didn't know how much focus would be on what. I couldn't take something that intensely dealt with terrorists. There was enough of that in United 93. What I did know was that this was to be the story of two men who were trapped in the collapse of the towers. Initially, I thought that they were the last two men who were rescued out of the towers, but alas, the end subtitles reported they were numbers 18 and 19. My initial fear was that this movie would be too intense for even me to sit through. When the rating was finally handed down as a PG-13, I started to relax. I must say, there was quite a bit of emotion, but it wasn't as violent as I had expected it to be. Howton recently made the comment:

Preliminary reviews I've read makes it sound like the events of 9/11 were simply used as a backdrop for a storyline devoid of anything outside of interpersonal relationships with a feel-good ending.

I could argue with that statement. Conversely, I could also argue that the statement is in fact true, though misguiding. You see, there is no focus on terrorists as was the case in TV drama Flight 93 nor again as in Paul Greengrass's United 93. With the former motion picture experience, I never got to see the ending because the Tvio'd disc was unreadable about three-fourths of the way through. It is available for $9.35 via Amazon, however. I do remember this being a rough film to sit through and may therefore add it to the collection soon. United 93 was more insightful particularly concerning what went on inside the FAA and military control facilities, but didn't have as big of an impact on me. However, reflecting back on the film, I would like to add it to my collection as well, if only for the viewing upon memory triggers. Apparently, there will be a Two-disc edition released on September 5th as well as the standard single disc version. While on the subject, John Powell composed for United 93. I might have to add the score to my collection too.

World Trade Center was not a feel good story. To me, it was the story of what makes Americans and therefore America great on a daily basis. What I mean by this is as follows: consider if you will that you are in the middle of an emergency. A loved one who is very near and dear to you is knocking on death's door. You are in the middle of New York City and she collapses on the sidewalk, but the area is so congested it would be difficult for an ambulance to reach your location in time. Out of all the passer-byers, there is bound to be a physician of some sort. Now, today, it would be a risk on his part to offer care to your loved one because of the lawsuits. However, it is a conflict of conscience if he doesn't help, and, when construed properly, can be another lawsuit for not having rendered care. Forget about the lawsuits for a moment though. Here comes one of the best and brightest among us, and he offers care to your loved one. Because of this, he saved your loved one's life.

Your loved one gets to the hospital, but during the procession, the good Samaritan disappears. New York is a big city. You search high and low and even hire a detective, but your angel of grace is nowhere to be found.

Question: Was this good Samaritan a natural born hero or is he just a simple American going about his daily business who happens to be in the right place at the right time?

We have a similar scenario in World Trade Center. Here we have a team of experts—highly trained professionals for those of you in Juanita. These are emergency response personnel. An emergency arises: planes hit the World Trade Center. The emergency responders do what they do best: respond to the emergency. But the story doesn't end there. Like a perpetual motion machine, the gift goes on and keeps on giving. Most of these emergency responders lost their lives in the emergency. However, two of these emergency responders—the subjects of our film—were saved. Isn't that amazing?! There was so much pride in the county and so much willingness to help a fellow human being on that day that there were those who had to keep trying to rescue people.

I don't know if I should ruin the drama or not. I will say that there was a marine who, despite the odds and opposition was ultimately responsible for the rescue of John McLoughlin and Will Jimeno. To me, this is a film about what makes this country great. No one waited around for the nebulas concept of government to act for the good of the people. Granted, police and firefighters are government agencies, but still, it didn't take an act of Congress for these men to go in and attempt to rescue those who were in the wrong place at the wrong time. They went in because that is what they were trained to do. Human beings who are free to learn how best to survive and help their fellow man exercising their freedom to employ the knowledge they had the opportunity to learn and serve the man next to them. It is a marvelous miracle that nearly brings tears to my eyes when I think about it.

This film almost made me want to enlist. At the end, I wasn't smiling. In fact, I was speechless. I sat in quiet meditation with thoughts like "Why can't we just go over there and do the job right?" or "Uncuff our [America's] hands so we can fight like Americans have fought in the past." It upsets me to this day that there are people out there who are convinced that the attack of September 11, 2001 was somehow planned by Bush. They blame a president they hate (who, I might add, their buddies on the left have handcuffed so that he can't properly exercise the responsibilities of his office) for issues they themselves will not deal with and then not want to get to the root of the problem, i.e. taking the terrorist out. It's frustrating.

There's just one other thought here and that is this: to me, this film stirred a resolve in me to do something about the attacks, much like there are those who were willing to strap themselves to the rocket to continue the space program after the disastrous occurrence of Columbia. It's the same yearning, desire and longing of the human sprit to be free, to do great deeds and have a purpose and knack in life. I still don't see how people can be so blind to the truth sometimes.