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Retribution isn't best in the west


Seraphim Falls ends in the ridiculous but doesn't begin with the sublime.


Archetypes and symbols solemnly parade through Seraphim Falls, a handsome, old-fashioned western of few words and heavy meanings that unfolds with the sanctimonious grandeur of a biblical allegory. In this drama of pursuit, revenge and forgiveness, set in 1868, Pierce Brosnan and Liam Neeson are soldiers who fought on opposite sides of the Civil War and are now engaged in a life-and-death chase that takes them from the Ruby Mountains of Nevada to a final showdown in the desert.

"Nobody can protect nobody in this world," growls Neeson's character, Colonel Morsman Carver of the Confederate Army. When such pronouncements are uttered in a movie this taciturn, they carry a pseudo-prophetic resonance. For much of this too long film, Carver appears to be the villain as he tracks Gideon (Brosnan) with a party of four sinister hired guns, whose number steadily diminishes as the chase continues.

Gideon, a former Union captain, initially appears to be an innocent wilderness explorer or prospector set upon by a gang of bandits. Where Carver is so obsessed with capturing his prey that he casually kills a wounded henchman rather than be delayed, Gideon shows abundant signs of humanity. While Gideon shivers, shaggy and sorrowful in threadbare winter clothing, his sinewy, gimlet-eyed nemesis glares down his nose, bundled up in a splendid fur-collared overcoat. Each time Gideon wriggles out of Carver's grasp, you applaud his survival skills, although he too kills and steals when necessary.

These first impressions, it turns out, are somewhat misleading. Little flashes inserted along the way intimate an ugly history between the men. But it isn't until near the end that the source of Carver's grievance, a wartime atrocity in Seraphim Falls, Georgia, is revealed in all its horror.

It's then that the moral lesson kicks in. This Old West might as well be the Middle East, the former Yugoslavia, Northern Ireland or anywhere else blood feuds and grudges lead to mass slaughter in an endless chain of retribution. What prevents this rendition of an old, familiar fable from landing emotionally is the formal distance it keeps from its desperate characters. A few moments of empathetic eye contact between enemies won't do.

You are aware at all times that Seraphim Falls has "classic western" genes woven into its DNA. It never loosens up enough to convince you that Carver and Gideon are more than pawns in a high-minded allegory. And when the critical moment arrives for the movie to demonstrate its heart, it opts for pretentious, surreal gimmickry.

Seraphim Falls is the first feature film directed by David von Ancken, who wrote the screenplay with Abby Everett Jaques. Its strongest element is the austere majesty of the cinematography by John Toll (Braveheart, Legends of the Fall, The Thin Red Line), in which the severe beauty of the Western landscape looms over the characters as a silent rebuke.

The opening sequence, in which Gideon is shot in the arm and tumbles down a snowy mountainside into a river that carries him over a waterfall, out of which he miraculously pulls himself to shore, sets the bar high for visceral adventure. Nothing in the rest of the film comes close to matching the impact of Gideon's carving the bullet from his arm with his hunting knife, then cauterizing the wound while emitting agonizing howls. This scene is enough to give you vicarious hypothermia.

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