1917 and the Ruin of Beautiful Things

Richard-1917

“We do not seek peace in order to be at war, but we go to war that we may have peace.” St. Augustine

1917 is a brutal and beautiful film. The shots of falling cherry-blossoms complemented by the terrific lighting contrast scenes of corpses integrated seamlessly into the landscape. Acts of mercy are met with violence. Blood is spilled in acts of self-survival and milk is given in acts of self-sacrifice. The fire of the sun touches gently on rolling green pastures and the inferno of war bears down like a hellscape on a quaint French village.

War films have a way of disturbing me far more than any horror film. Perhaps it is how close war films can come to reality that unsettles me. One can sit at a comfortable distance from evil in a horror film, but a war film requires us to reckon with the evil in human history. I take it as a good rule of thumb: don’t trust a war film that doesn’t unsettle you.

War often takes place in beautiful places and brings to ruin beautiful things—friendships, fraternity, creatures, and culture. Some have argued that 1917’s aesthetic  trivializes the brutality of war, I’d argue it does the very opposite. The film produces something uncanny in the way that it constantly flips back and forth between scenes of awe and scenes of horror and then sometimes blends the two together (so much so, I almost stepped out of the theater for some reprieve). I imagine that this was intentional on the director’s part perhaps wanting the audience to recognize that war does not just take place in hellish landscapes, it takes place in villages, among livestock, and with the sun illuminating everything to reveal both the former beauty and barbarism of battlegrounds. War takes place between humans even when everything seems inhumane.

1917 is about ruin and the preservation of beauty. It is about what we have that we lose in war, but it is also about why war is often necessary to preserve what is beautiful. It rides a hard line of showing the complexity of war, and it shows that sometimes we must choose destruction for the sake of peace and preservation.

I have a quote framed in my room that simply states “as long as we have our stories there is hope.” Sentimental as it may sound, there is a truth to it. We tell to each other stories to help us make sense of our lives and the evil within it. And these stories can continue to provide hope long often after their author is gone. In this sin-soaked and absurd world of ours, sometimes all we are left with is fragments of the beauty that once was, but we can certainly continue to fight for the cultivation and preservation of beauty that still is.

One thought on “1917 and the Ruin of Beautiful Things

  1. Reading this has hit my heart.
    I have been through a war, yet not in the traditional way.
    Thank you for writing this. I shall watch the movie.
    After the death of my husband, during our middle years, the war came from family and friends and lasted 4 years. As if his passing was not painful enough.
    I have been left with fragments of beauty that once was, now I continue to My cultivation and preservation of beauty that still is.
    Such the perfect moment for you to write.

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