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At the opening of The Fog of War, the brilliant new documentary from director Errol Morris, we see a composed, sharply groomed, and middle-age Robert McNamara, preparing to brief the press on the Vietnam War. He asks two questions: First, if the chart he's set up is visible and, second, whether the cameras are ready to roll. It is a brisk and efficient reminder: McNamara is no media novice. He's been interviewed thousands of times. He knows how to evade the questions he doesn't want to answer and how to answer the questions he wishes had been asked. So now, at 85, face-to-face with one of our country's most accomplished documentarians in a feature-length interview, what will he say? And will it be new?
What a great way to open a movie. The posing of this question frames the film with an acknowledgment of the skepticism that has to attend any examination of McNamara -- a man who has been excoriated, for years, both for his role in the Vietnam War and for his apparent unwillingness to own up to it. And, delightfully, this frame is merely the smart, penetrating precursor to many such choices that Morris makes in this film.
Morris comes neither to praise McNamara nor to bury him; instead he invites the former Secretary of Defense (whose remarkable life placed him in positions of power during many of the critical events of the Twentieth Century) to show us how things looked to him as they were happening, and how they appear to him now. It is a film, essentially, about the lessons of a single life, albeit a life that influenced the lives of many others. As a result, The Fog of War never falls neatly into any single or obvious camp of opinion; it courts complexity, engaging the difficulties of potentially unanswerable questions with honesty, bravery, and intellectual rigor.
Meanwhile there is news here. For the first time, McNamara discusses his relationship with Curtis LeMay, the brutal commander responsible (as a result of McNamara's efficiency data) for firebombing 67 Japanese cities in 1945, killing nearly a million Japanese civilians and burning huge portions of their cities to the ground -- before the atomic bombs were dropped. (In a single night, LeMay's B-29 bombers killed 100,000 people in Tokyo.) In its examination of McNamara's role in Vietnam, the film uses recently released tapes of telephone conversations between him and President Lyndon Johnson, tapes that reveal ongoing attempts by McNamara to withdraw the troops and, later, to stop the bombing of North Vietnam. He may not have tipped his hand to the American people (and, the film suggests, he may have betrayed his own beliefs), but in private, as an advisor to the president, McNamara appears to have been less an irredeemable hawk than an earnest and thoughtful cabinet member determined to serve Johnson with the same loyalty that he had shown to Kennedy.
Alas, he made mistakes. And mistakes, McNamara tells us, are inevitable: "I don't know any military commander who is honest who would say he has not made a mistake." In fact mistakes are part of the process; you often have to make a few before you get it right. And then? Well, you may still fail, because "rationality will not save us," because "belief and seeing are often wrong," and because "you can't change human nature." These are three of eleven "lessons" that Morris culls from McNamara's discussion of his life, and they are the true revelations of the movie. Some of them are chilling -- "Lesson 9: In order to do good, it is sometimes necessary to do evil" -- and some contradictory; others betray the limits of McNamara's vision.
In particular he seems to believe in the power of reason as the route to moral clarity, even as he constantly, almost desperately acknowledges reason's limits. "The fog of war" is a phrase that describes the impossibility of seeing clearly in the midst of violent conflict, and McNamara's personal struggles with morality seem equally clouded. "In order to win a war," he asks, "is a nation justified in killing 100,000 civilians in one night? Would it be moral to not burn to death 100,000 Japanese civilians, but instead to lose hundreds of thousands of American lives in an invasion of Japan?" These are vexed and gruesome moral questions; this blatant proposition throws their brutality into relief. But, one hazards to wonder, does McNamara ever stop to ask how that question came to be? How, exactly, did the choice arrive at hundreds of thousands of deaths on either side?
Early in the film, McNamara asks us to consider whether we want the Twenty-first Century to be characterized by the kind of violence seen in the Twentieth.
Overall, the film is superb. As usual Morris has teamed with composer Philip Glass, whose repetitive, keening score haunts the film with what Morris calls "existential dread." In the interview segments, Robert Chappell's camera work is impeccable, even breathtaking. For long stretches he places McNamara in a corner of the shot; then he shifts to a different corner, shooting from slightly above or below. In this way the camera mirrors our efforts: Like us, it is attempting to locate McNamara, to uncover him, to truly see him.
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