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Review by Harvey Karten
2 stars out of 4
A courier for the U.S. Cavalry takes part in Buffalo Bill's Wild
West Show, but barely. He's drunk and undergoing an identity
crisis triggered by his witnessing the slaughter in 1890 of
Indians at Wounded Knee, South Dakota. That sounds like a
Western, and in the opening scenes, Joe Johnston's "Hidalgo,"
utilizing John Fusco's meandering script, that's just what this
movie is. When the alienated cowboy travels the ocean with his
horse to take part in a 3,000 mile race across the Arabian
desert, we have what might with some awkwardness be called a
Middle-Eastern. The movie is an unwieldy as its genre, jolted by
some choppy editing and the imposition of a quasi-romantic
scene that could have been excised to bring the running time
down to a more merciful 110 minutes. "Hidalgo" could then
conceivably have charmed its targeted family audience.
Despite these disadvantages, even throwing in some awfully
ham-fisted performances and cornball dialogue like the line
uttered by an Arabian beauty to an American cowboy, "Why do I
feel that you truly see me when others do not?" "Hidalgo" might
deserve a viewing simply to admire Shelly Johnson's stunning
photography in tourist-friendly Morocco albeit in the southern
part which these days invites travelers who are more rugged
than those satisfied with the imperial settings of Fez,
Casablanca and Marrakesh.
As a potential title, "Frank Hopkins of Arabia" lacks the punch
of David Lean's 1962 epic starring Peter O'Toole but like the
film about the idiosyncratic T.E. Lawrence and his role during
World War I, this must be seen on the big screen. The focus is
not so much on the title character, a mustang horse, as on the
equestrian Frank Hopkins who, like Tom Cruise's character in
"The Last Samurai" is traumatized by a senseless slaughter--in
this story because he is a closeted Indian or, more accurately
half Native American and passing for white. Because Hidalgo
has been touted as the finest long-distance horse in the world,
an Arabian sheikh (Omar Sharif) invites his rider through a
messenger to race his mustang in a 3,000 mile competition
across the desert from Aden to Syria. Place and show are
irrelevant: first horse across the finish line gets $100,000; the
others are chopped liver or glue.
"Hidalgo" is an adventure story that allows Viggo Mortensen
an opportunity to strut his stuff to a greater extent than he
enjoyed in "Lord of the Rings." In virtually every scene,
Mortensen takes on the role of Frank Hopkins, credited with
winning a victory against the finest stallions that Arabian royalty
can muster though truth to tell, historians have been unable to
certify the authenticity of this grueling race, leading many to
believe that they story is entirely a figment of Hopkins's creative
imagination.
The real hero of this horse opera is cinematographer Shelly
Johnson, who with the help of a special effects crew is able to
rustle up an impressive sand storm that could have some out of
Stephen Somers's "The Mummy," a last-minute escape from
quicksand, a death in a bamboo trap, the seizure of a hare by a
falcon, a dramatic Indiana-Jones style rescue of an Arabian
damsel Jazira (Zuleikha Robinson), and a stirring ending of the
3,000 mile race wherein a horse wins by a nose. The obligatory
sword fights are ho-hum and Omar Sharif has recently done far
better work as "Monsieur Ibraham,"when he had a solid script.
Fiction or not, there would be a natural audience curiosity
about the dynamics of this most unusual race. How do the
characters get food and water, and how can any horse survive a
race across sand that is the equivalent of a trip from New York
to San Francisco? Metaphors abound Jazira's hiding behind a
veil links with Hopkins's keeping his half-Indian birth in the
closet, which in turns connects to the low status that Hidalgo
enjoys because he's a mixed breed, which in turn hooks onto
infidel Hopkins as much an outsider in Arabia as he felt in the
States. Americans who consider themselves to the right of the
political center may be proud to watch Hopkins show up the
Middle-Easterners. After all Jazira, like all pretty women in that
area of the world, would love to shuck her veil and only Frank,
from a distinct and remote culture, is able to see the real Jazira.
Copyright © 2004 Harvey Karten
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