Masters of Horror:
Homecoming
(2005)
(SPOILERS) Joe Dante’s
debut contribution to anthology horror show Masters
of Horror was widely acclaimed as the first season’s standout episode, all
eyes fixed on its overt political message. It even snagged the No.19 spot on
Vulture’s 25 Best Horror Movies since The Shining (although, since Tarantino’s atrocious Death Proof featured, there’s no accounting for taste). I’ve got to
admit, though, as disposed as I am towards venerating Dante, I found the
episode so lacking in any form of subtlety or nuance as render it entirely
rote. Indeed, the most interesting aspect of Homecoming ends up being the retro-noir narration, like a zombie
apocalypse version of Double Indemnity.
Sam Hamm,
who penned Tim Burton’s Batman, furnished
a script where everything is on the surface. The subtext is the text. These zombies don’t represent consumer society,
commies or anything so Romero-ish; they’re straight-up soldiers, back from the
dead because they’re pissed off about being sent to wage a meaningless war and
determined to vote the Republican president out of office. Dante sounded off
that he was incensed by the Iraq situation, and couldn’t figure out why it was
left to Homecoming to act as the lone
voice of protest. The problem with this is, expressing a noble sentiment so
audibly doesn’t necessarily make the vehicle well-expressed. The extent of his uncharacteristic
seriousness is seen in the relative absence of in-references (aside from
Jacques Tourneur rising from the grave).
Homecoming’s at its best with the sub-Network antics of media manipulation
(something Dante has explored before, in the likes of The Howling and The Second
Civil War), but even then the writing is too forward to be considered
really smart or subversive. Thea Gill is an Anne Coulter-esque right-wing pundit
reeling off renta-quotes berating liberals, when a mother comes on air to explain
she was detained by the Secret Service for heckling the President (“I stood up and asked him, why did my son
die? The WMD weren’t there, the nuclear program wasn’t there, the threat wasn’t
there”). At which point, possibly weaving some unintended spell, fellow
guest and presidential speechwriter David Murch (Jon Tenney), who lost a
brother to Vietnam, pipes up, stating that if he he had one wish “I would ask your son to come back”.
Political
advisor Kurt Rand (Robert Picardo, essentially Karl Rove) compliments Murch on
his inventiveness, incorporating the dialogue into the President’s next speech,
and before we know it soldiers are rising from their coffins. Picardo’s is a
suitably relishable Dante turn, and he has some of the pithiest lines (“Private Wheeler died on the operating table,
after which he put up a hell of a fight”). When Murch notes the dead man
feels pain, Rand rejoinders, “Ah hell, he
volunteered”. Pondering why they have come back, he concludes “Couldn’t be the disability benefits”.
And, like a typical Dante opportunist, he sees potential in the situation rather
than cost (“If we could keep the same
dead GIs out on the battlefield forever, that’s like the answer to a prayer”).
The problem
is, the bright idea has nowhere left to go after it has been set up, and
includes such maudlin scenes as a couple tending a lost zombie GI, telling him
“We want you to know that somebody does
appreciate you”, complete with treacly music (the flashback, in which Murch
as a child shoots his veteran brother, is so overwrought as to be unintentionally
funny).
Amid his bid
for topicality, Hamm is forced to recognise the logical restraints he’s set
himself, the implication that all other wars must be assumed to have been
fought for good reason, by way of suggesting those veterans who haven’t
returned believed in their fights (before backtracking and including Vietnam).
There’s the occasional sharp swipe at the electoral system (scoffing that a
couple of hundred votes wont change anything, someone counters by mentioning
Florida), but this is a piece that, to be really on-point, ought to have had
the GIs conclude it was useless voting for anyone as they’re all as bad as each
other.
Homecoming isn’t a dodo by any means; it’s proficiently
made, and quite watchable, but the hype it received far outweighs its actual
merit. Strange as it may sound to say it, it’s actually rather shallow, and could
have delivered its salient points in half the running time.
