THE AMERICAN PRESIDENT: Blu-ray (Castlerock, Columbia, Universal, 1995) Warner Home Video


 In a tumultuous election year as this one, regrettably, has been, I find comfort in revisiting movies that continue to speak to American principles on which the nation was founded, long-since revered, and justly celebrated. To a great extent, American movie culture has defined that experience for quite some time. Indeed, for many living outside its borders, American exceptionalism is best represented by these goodwill ambassadors of pop culture – better known to the world at large as ‘stars’ or, within the boundaries of southern California, just good ole hard-working Hollywood folk. Alas, as the decades have worn on, the movies began to reflect a more varied, arguably ‘truthful’ but oft bittersweet re-imagining of that American dream, increasingly tarnished, dulled and darkened by pictorialized ruminations as unfaithful as the cockeyed and celebratory patriotic flag wavers of yesteryear. Personally, I prefer these latter indulgences, however over-inflated; America – the beautiful, that shining beacon to always hold higher than the lot as our best hope and last bastion for liberty. And so, the steadfastness of this sort of pie-eyed musing is seasoned to perfection in director, Rob Reiner’s The American President (1995) – a movie apt to leave one smiling with a fuzzy warm afterglow for the kind of pre-processed ‘pursuit of happiness’ made genuine in the Constitution, but nowhere better glorified than in the flicks.

The ghost of Frank Capra must have been shining down on The American President, an unabashedly sentimental and utterly heart-warming rom/com imbued with the frothy ‘feel good’ of a classy screwball comedy. Scripted by Aaron Sorkin, the film is often seen as a precursor to his popular TV melodrama, The West Wing. But actually, the property began its gestation nearly two decades before as ‘The President Elopes’ – a screenplay first optioned by Robert Redford that, for one reason or another, simply changed hands in Hollywood one too many times before languishing inside studio vaults for the next 20-years. Sorkin’s resurrection of it would result in a lawsuit by the original author, William Richert – later settled in Sorkin’s favor. Meanwhile, Redford, who had aspired to play the lead himself, bowed out of the project. It was at this juncture that Rob Reiner was approached to direct, instantly smitten with the idea of telling an intimate story about a largely idealized White House and its dedicated administrative staff. But Reiner saw the piece as more ensemble and political than romantic. Nevertheless, the picture’s Capra-esque quality may have been pre-ordained rather than kismet, as Frank Capra III was The American President’s first assistant director. Despite some heavy-hitting talent in front of the camera, augmented by John Seale’s gorgeous cinematography, the real/reel star of our show is Sorkin; the picture, a turning point in his career and his private struggles, an intelligently scripted masterpiece imbued with the aforementioned American ideal, revealed during a very dark period, as Sorkin was battling cocaine addiction. Despite this backstage melodrama, Sorkin’s heartfelt prose manage to create a witty elegance on the screen. His characters are flawed but always bursting with something compelling to say. The American President is also blessed with a stellar ensemble fronted by Michael Douglas and Annette Bening, both of whom give indelible performances. Of the two, Douglas’ is perhaps the more startling, coming as it did after nearly a decade of playing significantly flawed, morally ambiguous and slightly scummy philanderers. Herein, Douglas embodies a man of conviction, equally balanced in his gentlemanly grace as his politically-motivated gravitas.

Our story begins the morning after a televised address with Andrew Shepherd (Michael Douglas), the most popular President in years, preparing for his second run at the White House. A.J. MacInerney (Martin Sheen), Shepherd’s Chief of Staff, encourages him to put his full support behind a moderate crime bill that is currently lacking favor in both the House and the Senate. The President’s PR strategist, Robin McCall (Anne Deavere Smith) believes Shepherd is a shoo-in, his status as a lonely widower exploited in his favor, swaying popular sentiment from the electorate the first time around. Time for a second trip to that well. But Shepherd’s ever-devoted campaign manager, Lewis Rothchild (Michael J. Fox) is in a frazzle over the president’s moderate ‘slip up’ in which he suggested ‘Americans can no longer be contented to live in a great society.’ “Now there’s this ‘thing’ out there!” Lewis suggests. Shepherd, however, is unnerved and even jovial while contemplating the way his words will be reinterpreted by his pundits. At a private lobbyist’s meeting, the president is introduced to hardline environmentalist, Sidney Ellen Wade (Annette Bening). Sidney fumbled her initial chances, calling out Shepherd for what she perceived as his weak-kneed policies, but without first realizing he is standing directly behind her. It’s an awkward start to say the least. But Shepherd is mildly amused by her fortitude and guts. And Sidney does redeem herself rather nicely when, at a state dinner honoring President Rene Jean D’Astier of France (Clement von Franckenstein) she salvages the rather dull conversation by speaking to D’Astier in his native language. The evening ends on a high note and Sidney returns to work invigorated.

Alas, Leo Solomon (John Mahoney) and the firm who hired Sidney are not entirely certain Shepherd’s new-found attentions being paid their hired gun will lead to wider acceptance of their political lobbying. In fact, Leo openly tells Sidney “we hired a pit bull, not a prom queen”, and forewarns Sidney her popularity in Washington can be clocked with an egg timer. Throwing caution to the wind, Sidney begins a romance with the president that places both their careers under close scrutiny from the press. Meanwhile, Republican incumbent, Bob Rumson (Richard Dreyfuss) seizes the opportunity to attack Shepherd’s morality and family values. He also vilifies Sidney in the press, labeling her ‘the first mistress’. Moderately embarrassed, though ever persistent, Sidney campaigns hard for the environmentalist bill and Shepherd decides to play a numbers game he is certain she will be unable to win. If Sidney can secure 24-votes by the time of his State of the Union he agrees to deliver the last ten votes necessary to put the proposal forth as a bill. Unfortunately, Bob Rumson’s accusations, though unfounded, have done considerable damage to Shepherd’s credibility and his poll numbers plummet, compounded by the fact Shepard has offered no rebuttal to these personal attacks on his morality, suggesting to Robin and Lewis – no one wins a character debate. Diehards in congress suddenly back down from bolstering their support. Meanwhile, without first considering the political ramifications, Sidney unknowingly gives the president and MacInerney some insider information during a Christmas party at the White House. She confides that one of the congressmen from Michigan she has been trying to woo to support the environmental bill has revealed to her that the only piece of legislation he and his backers are more interested in defeating is the President’s new crime bill.

Sidney gets enough votes to meet her quota. Unfortunately, Shepherd’s team informs him he is three votes shy of securing re-election and thus must shelve his commitment to the environmental bill, thereby solidifying campaign support from the Michigan ‘big three’. MacInerney tells Shepherd he had better start thinking with the right head if he intends to win re-election, causing a temporary rift in their professional and personal relationship. In the meantime, Solomon apprises Sidney that she has been duped by the president and then unceremoniously fires her for failing to meet the committee’s objectives. Her political reputation in tatters, Sidney wastes no time speeding to the White House to admonish Shepherd for betraying his promise to her. She informs him that she has decided to regroup and take a job in Harford, Connecticut. Shepherd implores Sidney to reconsider, but she condescendingly replies, “Mr. President, you have more important things to worry about than losing me…you’ve just lost my vote!”  Realizing that he has been untrue, not just to Sidney but the fundamental principles he once so firmly believed in and campaigned on, Shepard fields questions from the press room, broadcast on TV; discrediting Rumson’s attacks on Sidney, throwing his full support behind the environmental bill and suspending his crime bill until tougher terms can be rewritten into its legislation.

“For the last couple of months…” Sheperd begins, “…Senator Rumson has suggested that being President of this country was, to a certain extent, about character. And although I've not been willing to engage in his attacks on me, I have been here three years and three days, and I can tell you without hesitation, being President of this country is entirely about character…America isn't easy. America is advanced citizenship. You've gotta want it bad, 'cause it's gonna put up a fight. It's gonna say, "You want free speech? Let's see you acknowledge a man whose words make your blood boil, who's standing center stage and advocating at the top of his lungs that which you would spend a lifetime opposing at the top of yours." You want to claim this land as the land of the free? Then the symbol of your country cannot just be a flag. The symbol also has to be one of its citizens exercising his right to burn that flag in protest. Now show me that, defend that, celebrate that in your classrooms.

Then you can stand up and sing about the land of the free…We have serious problems to solve, and we need serious people to solve them. And whatever your particular problem is, I promise you, Bob Rumson is not the least bit interested in solving it. He is interested in two things, and two things only: making you afraid of it, and telling you who's to blame for it. That, ladies and gentlemen, is how you win elections. You gather a group of middle age, middle class, middle income voters who remember with longing an easier time, and you talk to them about family, and American values and character, and you wave an old photo of the President's girlfriend and you scream about patriotism. You tell them she's to blame for their lot in life. And you go on television and you call her a whore… you want a character debate, Bob? You better stick with me, 'cause Sydney Ellen Wade is way out of your league… If you want to talk about character and American values - fine. Just tell me where and when, and I'll show up. This a time for serious people, Bob, and your fifteen-minutes are up.”

The strength of the President’s convictions rouses everyone to their feet, reinvigorating the White House in their bid to see him reelected. Hurrying from the Press Room to the Oval Office, Shepherd informs MacInerney that whatever it takes he intends to win back Sidney’s love and respect, only to discover her waiting for him, teary-eyed, but heart swollen with pride. As the President prepares for his ‘State of the Union’ address, he presents Sidney with a bouquet of fresh cut flowers. Throughout the movie, it is something of a running gag that this simplest of tasks proves somehow impossible for him. When Sydney, in acknowledgement of his ‘achievement’ inquires how he managed to be President and still find the time to send his best girl flowers, Shepard charmingly replies, “Well, as it turns out…I have a rose garden!” The film concludes with Shepherd appearing in the House chamber to give his State of the Union.

 From start to finish, The American President is a beguiling entertainment. It sparkles with the rarest intangible, oft to elude our cinematic storytellers – unadulterated magic. Time has not diminished its strength of sentiment one ioda since. If anything, the picture plays with even more charm and reverence for the highest office in the land, perhaps because Sorkin has given the actors a moral compass, with something more meaningful to say than mere dialogue. Superficially, this is a love story. But beneath the warmth of this unlikeliest of relationships are prescient reflections on what it means to live in freedom; a democracy, sanctified by the founding fathers, yet constantly threatened by the machinations of cheap-jack politicos, eager to gain power without any consideration for the moral responsibility of serving the people from the presidential office. In a year where America’s future teeters on the precipice of deep state threats that, given the opportunity, will forever alter the tenuous chemistry of the greatest nation on earth – and decidedly NOT to its advantage – The American President serves as a reminder of what America – and real Americans – continue to stand for: truth, love of country, and ultimate respect for their fellow men and women. There is a palpable and genuine and gratifying romantic chemistry brewing between Michael Douglas and Annette Bening, ‘living the part’. Each excels at being true to their characters. The results appear effortless, organic and believable. Michael J. Fox, David Paymer, Anna Deavere Smith and Martin Sheen give stellar support. Richard Dreyfuss, looking like a John McCaine knock-off, forgivably overplays his hand. In the final analysis, The American President is a winner through and through. I’ll concur with the late Roger Ebert’s assessment of its impact. “When I wasn’t laughing, I was smiling!”

Warner Home Video’s Blu-ray release is a tad perplexing, not the least in trying to unravel the rights to this movie – distributed by WB, but originally co-funded by the now defunct Castlerock Entertainment, and Universal Pictures, distributed by Columbia (nee, Sony). I sincerely wish Warner had done a little bit more work on this 1080p transfer. Right from the main titles, some minor edge effects intermittently crop up. The image, while sharp, appears slightly over-processed. Grain is absent. Colors are bright and flesh tones appear natural. But again, this just looks a tad too artificially sharpened. Overall, contrast is solid. The biggest transgressor here is intermittent chroma bleeding, especially reds. Check out the scenes in the billiard room where the wallpaper creates some disturbing red halos occasionally to overlap onto other portions of the image. Does the image advance over the tired old DVD release? Absolutely! But isn’t exactly perfect. Were that Warner would remaster this one in native 4K. The 5.1 Dolby Digital audio is adequate.  But again, a 7.1 DTS would add more subtly here. Marc Shaiman’s gorgeous score sounds wonderful. Dialogue, however, is occasionally strident.  Very sad – no extras. For shame! Bottom line: one of the true high points of American picture-making, circa the mid-1990’s and movie in which all concerned can take monumental pride.

FILM RATING (out of 5 – 5 being the best)

5

VIDEO/AUDIO

3

EXTRAS

0

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