The Films of Oliver Stone

In the 90s you'd have been hard-pressed to find a bigger Oliver Stone fan than myself. I'd love to do a chronological overview - maybe someday. Except I'm not a huge fan of his later work, so it'd be kind of a drag for me to get going on the project (and good lord, I'd need an additional hard drive for the amount of screencaps involved for JFK alone) and then slog my way through the last few. More urgently, though, I just don't have the time. 

Stone inspires a lot of snarky internet opinion, most of it ridiculous and demonstrably false, and everytime I read "conspiracy theory" or "sophomoric politics" re: his work, the urge to throw my own hat in the ring is renewed. Even the sites which praise his work tend to do so through the most condescending lenses. For this reason, I've never been satisfied with the best-to-worst lists I've seen (story of my life) for him, so here's my own, presented least-to-most-favorite. Feel free to take me to task in the comments.

(No documentaries are included in the list below; that's a whole different list. Ditto for films written by Stone but directed by others. Also not included: info/links about his collaborators.)
 

19.

(2010) Written by Allan Loeb and Stephen Schiff.

This is the only film on the list that actually pisses me off for having been made. If it was just some movie about Shia LaBeouf and some poorly-drawn Bernie Madoff cypher, it'd still have been lame. But as a sequel to fucking Wall Street? Good lord. It's like the stupid cable news version of intriguing economic speculation. Isn't there enough of that already out there? There is a montage in the late second act where Gordon Gecko delivers soundbites over his cellphone that reminds me so much of the "Sometimes... it's about the O(outdoors, etc.)" from that old Overstock ad campaign. Except it's old Michael Douglas instead of Sabine Ehrenfeld, in terribly stilted scenes, delivering terribly trite dialogue, in a montage of the damned.

Besides, there already was a much better sequel to Wall Street: 2011's criminally underrated Margin Call.

18.

W (2008) Written by Stanley Weiser.

Technically, this is not a terrible film. It's just daffy. If I have a consistent complaint about Stone's output in the 21st century, it's that it's so transparently calculating. Here is his "Oh, they'll expect a quote-on-quote Oliver Stone film, an evisceration of an easy target... I'll show them" entry. But the problem is: the Bush/ Cheney years are fertile ground for a quote-on-quote Oliver Stone Film and this is a real misfire. For fuck's sake, it is actually suggested that ol' Dubya ain't such a bad guy; he just wanted to catch the ol' fly ball in center-field once in his life. What is the point of making an inoffensive film about the Bush/ Cheney presidency - even though the aw-shucks insider/outsider p.o.v. of George Dubya is not in and of itself a terrible idea - in the histrionics-On-Demand climate of the 21st century? This film should have been Natural Born Killers pt. 2.

Also: way too soon. If you're going to put out a film about a sitting President, go all out, or go home. 

I do admire it for humanizing George Dubya. I didn't think that was possible at the time I saw it. But the other performances are cartoonish - I love Thandie Newton but her impersonation of Condoleezza Rice is absolutely horrific - and its political analysis is simply not compelling. (There's also a baffling scene where we see the Bushes at home, like they're just some family who lives on a regular old block, with curfews and a living room, etc. This is patently absurd.) Josh Brolin, Stacy Keach, and Elizabeth Banks are fine. Just, what's the point of it all? Next.

17.

(2012) Written by Oliver Stone, Don Winslow (based on his novel) and Shane Salerno.

I haven't seen this one. I bet this is where it falls, though. 

16.

(2006) Written by Andrea Berloff.

Another one that seems to be a little bit of a calculated move on the big man's part. But let's sweep the whole Oliver Stone thing aside for one moment - an approach that seems part of said calculation to me, but okay - is this a good film? Yeah, it's very competently pieced together. To me, emotionally, it doesn't quite work - this sort of thing strikes me as interesting and nuanced an exploration of heroism as the ALS ice bucket challenge, but perhaps that's simply my personal taste. But if this was Oliver Stone's only film? How would I react? Probably the same way I react to Law and Order, or something. It's accessible, competently made, and competently performed. Not my cup of tea, but I've seen way worse.

Things get better from here on out.

15.

The Hand (1981) Written by Oliver Stone.

I actually kind of love this movie. But it's a mess, undoubtedly, and unlike the next film in our countdown, there's no covering fire of "Hey, 70s/ drugs/ first effort, etc." (Well, there is, but I'm less forgiving.) Michael Caine is always great, though, and I can't believe there's not a running double-feature of this and Evil Dead 2 on cable or elsewhere.

14.

(1974) Written by Edward Mann and Oliver Stone.

This is not the easiest thing to watch: bad lighting, experimental design, druggy anxiety, etc. Still, like Cronenberg's Crimes of the Future or similar entries in seminal-filmmakers' back catalogs, a close reading reveals the themes Stone will return to time and again in his work still to come. 

Stone has reportedly said the film will never be released on DVD. Which is odd to me. Quick biographical moment: Oliver Stone, as a pretentious young man, writes a pretentious young novel (A Child's Night Dream) which can charitably be described as "terrible." Predictably, no one wants to publish it. Romantically, he hurls the novel in the East River (or the Hudson, I forget - this is all from memory) and enlists for combat duty in Vietnam. Thirty years later, he decides to publish the thing, having saved (or discovered) a copy of it. It's every bit as amateurish a novel as Seizure is - why bury the latter but publish the former?

Of course, in 1997, when A Child's Night Dream was published, Stone wasn't exactly in the most discriminating (read: sober) mindset. Maybe he's embarrassed by it and thus is gunshy about a proper bells-and-whistles release of Seizure. Which is too bad. He got it backwards, if you ask me. 

EDIT: (9/8/14) Hold the phones! http://www.collinsporthistoricalsociety.com/2014/09/blu-ray-review-seizure.html

13.

(1988) Written by Oliver Stone, Eric Bogosian, and Ted Savinar.

Man, this one blew my mind when it first came out. I distinctly remember the Friday night I ordered it from Pay-Per-View and how unsettled I was by it. I was working as a busboy at a restaurant at the time and mentioned to someone how "awesome" Pump Up the Volume was. 

"Bah!" replied my friend. "You should watch Talk Radio." 

"Okay, I will."

(Cool story, bro.)

I recently re-watched it and had some problems with it. But it's still an arresting performance and script. Bogosian has complained that Stone wasn't really concentrating on the film at hand and was more experimenting with technique in preparation for his then-in-development Born on the Fourth of July. They've never worked together again, for whatever that's worth. 

The Penguin Cafe Orchestra's excellent "Telephone and Rubber Band" plays over the end credits. Years later this was sampled by Spacehog in their song "In the Meantime" and was all over the radio. 

12.

(1999) Written by John Logan and Oliver Stone.

People love this freaking movie. I do not. I like it, sure, and I love parts of it. But its main flaw is that it's an hour too long. Maybe an hour too short? I don't know: something.

Look, I love football. I love Oliver Stone. And I like this movie. But it's absolutely cringeworthy in spots, and that needs to be recognized. You know those guys who actually manage to tear up at absolute crap like Pearl Harbor? They're out-Pearl-Harbor-ed by some of the things I've heard from people with regards to this movie.

All of that said, it's a wonderful spectacle, and it's amazingly put together.

11.

Alexander (2004) Written by Oliver Stone, Laeta Kalogridis, and Christopher Kyle.

This film was absolutely savaged when it came out. It had a huge budget, and critics gleefully jumped all over its domestic box office failure. The truth is, Oliver Stone had made a lot of enemies by this point, and he was overdue for a savaging. Alexander is not a perfect film, nor is Oliver Stone a perfect man. But this latter point - true for anyone but Stone was perhaps particularly unapologetic about his human foibles - was shoved aside in order to seize upon the former to crucify Stone the filmmaker and project all sorts of pent-up bile and venom on him.

I hate to see that happen. Human beings in herd-mentality are a truly awful sight. Armchair film critics are annoying (I should know - I'm one of them) and professional critics are often not much better. 

All of which may suggest that the reaction to Alexander was the result of lynch mob mentality and that once you get past that, it's secretly a masterpiece.  Jim Hemphill, a critic I enjoy, certainly thinks so; he wrote a persuasive re-evaluation of it.

Myself, I'm just not sold on Colin Farrell as Alexander, so that's tough for me to get past. It's not that he gives a bad performance - he doesn't; he gives a good one - it's just a personal reaction. I feel bad about not loving this film, as I'd like to champion it. It deserves a fairer shake from folks, definitely.

10.

(1986) Written by Oliver Stone.

For many people, this is Stone's greatest film. I disagree. For one thing, it's broader than a boulevard. A lot of war films are, so I don't necessarily think Platoon is egregious in this regard, but I'm of the opinion that had this come out a few years later than it did, its reputation would be considerably less stellar.

But, it came out in 1986 and set off the Vietnam "craze" of the late '80s. America was emerging from its amnesia (and fantasy projections a la Rambo and Missing In Action) about the Vietnam War. It's true that films like Coming Home or The Deer Hunter or Apocalypse Now, just to name a few, had previously explored Vietnam (and the Vietnam veteran) as a concept, but Platoon clicked with audiences of all political stripes. Vets loved it, antiwar protestors loved it, politicians loved it, Joe the Plumber loved it. 

This will likely be the Oliver Stone film that is best remembered in years to come. Deservedly so, of course, but I think the nine selections below are simply better-made films. Not to take anything away from the competence of production value and storytelling here - the set pieces are undeniably impressive - just, as with Any Given Sunday, its best moments are surrounded by dialogue (or accompanied by music) that is much too on-the-nose.

9.

Born on the Fourth of July (1989) Written by Oliver Stone and Ron Kovic.

Based on the book and real-life experience of Ron Kovic, who actually was, like Horatio Hornblower, born on July 4th, this is a harrowing movie. If Platoon was cathartic for many Americans, this was a further wake-up call. Any film about the (ongoing) appalling treatment of wounded (both psychologically and physically) vets is not going to be easy-going. 

It's the first of many off-book performances by Tom Cruise. He does a hell of a job.

This film had a long gestation period for Stone. He wanted to make the film with Al Pacino as Kovic after Stone's success with Scarface, but it wasn't meant to be. (When Stone broke the news to Kovic that the film wasn't going to be made, Kovic chased him down the street, swearing at and hitting him repeatedly.) Thankfully, after the one-two punch of Platoon and Wall Street, (not counting Talk Radio) Stone could pretty much write his own ticket, and the result was eight more Academy Award nominations (two won.)

I had a customer at the VFW canteen I managed from 2008 to 2010 who absolutely hated this movie. When queried, he railed against Stone, or rather, his perception of Stone. Never about the film, the specifics of which he didn't quite seem to remember. This is not an atypical experience, either for conversations I had at the VFW or for discussions on Stone's work in general. 

8.

Heaven and Earth (1993) Written by Oliver Stone. Story by Le Ly Hayslip and Jay Wurts.

When this came out, people were burned out on "Oliver Stone Vietnam" movies. (Something that influenced the film he next put together, Natural Born Killers.) As a result, I think this one never received its due. It's so much more than an add-on to Platoon and Born on the Fourth of July. And as you can see from where I've placed it, I think it's actually the best of Stone's Vietnam trilogy.

It is possible I am overvaluing this movie. So it goes. Watch it again sometime and let me know what you think.

7.

(1986) Written by Oliver Stone and Richard Boyle.

Completely overshadowed by Platoon, released the same year, this is a truly underrated film. Allow me to quote Roger Ebert: "The movie has an undercurrent of seriousness, and it is not happy about the chaos that we are helping to subsidize. But basically it's a character study - a portrait of a couple of burned-out free-lancers trying to keep their heads above water."

It is amazing to me that films like this, which, as Ebert writes, speak directly to the global chaos the US government subsidizes, can exist, and yet people go blithely along, voting to aggressively continue said subsidization. But then again, I'm amazed something like Born on the Fourth of July can exist, and yet we still have the VA scandal. Not to mention the endless overseas conflicts that keep the VA supplied with fresh traumatized souls.

How does the song go? "Some people drink Pepsi / some people drink Coke / The wacky morning DJ says Democracy's a joke."

6.

The Doors (1991) Written by Oliver Stone and J. Randall Johnson.

...YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUU...

I've read some weird criticism of it over the years, usually along the lines of "overblown" or "excessive." To me this is like criticizing Star Wars for being set in outer space. Excess is this movie. It's neither a celebration or an exploration of it; it is it.

Others took issue with Stone's continued use of Indian shamanism. That's a bit more understandable, but when the subject of your movie made such a point about Indian shamanism, it seems a little odd to criticize the film for including it.

John Densmore got it - this was /is a film about the mythology of the 60s and Jim Morrison, not about the actual 60s or Doors. Something that sailed over Ray Manzarek's head; he was a tireless critic of the film and brought his own cinematic vision of the Doors (Love Her Madly) to smaller screens in 2000. (The other member of the Doors, Robbie Krieger, just shrugged and played some twelve-bar-blues.)

Fantastically entertaining, with mesmerizing visuals, and one of the craziest performances ever put on film from Val Kilmer. And the production value is just masterful. (This scene amazes me - how do you direct a non-CGI crowd like this? In a stadium setting? And pull it off?) 

As epic a film as The Fall of the Roman Empire and twice as sexy. (No small feat considering Roman Empire contains Sophia Loren.)

5.

(1997) Written by Oliver Stone and John Ridley.

Holy frakking moley do people not get this movie. That it continues to be used as some kind of benchmark for "how bad Stone can get" infuriates me. It's more than possible I've overvalued it here as a result. I watched it again maybe four or five months ago and thought it maybe could use a little trimming up, but I saw little to justify the almost universal chorus of disapproval that greets it whenever it's brought up.

It helps if you're familiar with the film noir conventions being satirized, but maybe not. Roger Ebert was far more versed than I in such things, and he hated it, so what do I know. For me, everything clicks.

Probably my favorite Sean Penn performance.

And while I like Joaquin Phoenix better in other films, his performance as Toby N. Tucker "T.N.T." and his needling of Sean Penn's character throughout the movie is hilarious.

It's dark comedy, but with a horror film's sensibility. I've seen it described as overly pessimistic.... what? I mean, isn't that the point? Or rather, isn't the observation afield of the point? The film is a state of reality beyond pessimism, beyond luck, beyond optimism. It's also, unfortunately, the last of Stone's "hallucinogenic" productions. 

4.

Wall Street (1987) Written by Oliver Stone and Stanley Weiser.

What more can be said about this movie? It's universally hailed as a masterpiece, and rightly so. The worst that can be said about it is that Charlie Sheen is perhaps out of his depth.

But that works in the film's favor, just as it did in Platoon. (It's also remarkable to consider that at one point in time, Charlie Sheen wasn't "Charlie Sheen" and could credibly be cast in a movie like Wall Street.)

It is ironic to say the least that the character of Gordon Gekko - as cautionary and well-drawn a character as they come with regards to greed and quick-buck/ screw-your-family 80s ethos - became, as Variety noted when reviewing the (damn) sequel, "an inspiration to the very power players and Wall Street wannabes for whom he set such a terrible example."

Also, as Entertainment Weekly's Owen Gleiberman recently noted, Wall Street "reveals something now which it couldn't back then: that the Gordon Gekkos of the world weren't just getting rich—they were creating an alternate reality that was going to crash down on all of us."

The same can very much be said about our next entry:

3.

Natural Born Killers (1994) Written by David Veloz, Richard Rutowski and Oliver Stone, from a (heavily revised) story by Quentin Tarantino.

As with U-Turn, I've read and heard an awful lot of stupid reactions to this movie. Something about Oliver Stone inspires people to wildly off-the-mark hyperbole. I'll avoid discussion of its content, meaning, and prescience and simply say that as a film production, that is to say, on its collective merit of acting, direction, set, setting, theme, editing, etc. this is among the most impressive American films ever made. 

Period.

Such an undervalued performance by Tommy Lee Jones, here. Performance-wise, this film is fully loaded. Props to Tom Sizemore, as well.

Not to mention this incredibly unsettling sequence with Rodney Dangerfield and Edie McClurg as Mallory's nightmarish parents.

Stone described making it as a response to all the criticism he was getting at the time - "I reacted very much like an American Expressionist, just flinging paint at the canvas." A kaleidoscopic thrill ride down a true Rte. 666 of American culture that I fervently wish was not as close to the truth as it is. My go-to example of how to mix the personal with the political - would that more filmmakers would follow its example.

2.

Nixon (1995) Written by Oliver Stone, Stephen J. Rivele, and Christopher Wilkinson.

A lot of people consider this to be Stone's best work. (This or Platoon, I guess.) It's hard to argue against it. It's more moderate in its depiction of both Nixon the man and the Nixon presidency than people figured it would be, this being "an Oliver Stone movie" and all. And yet it's meticulously researched and certainly covers a great deal of controversial decisions. It is - almost as if it's a counterattack to the approach taken for Natural Born Killers - a subtle movie.

I still can't believe Anthony Hopkins was able to bring this role to life as well as he did. Nothing should surprise me about the man's acting ability, I know, but good lord - did anyone think "Anthony Hopkins would be perfect as Nixon?" before it came out? Even Hopkins himself doubted he was properly cast. And yet: brilliant performance.

Everyone else is great, too.

A friend once described this as an Oliver Stone movie for people who don't like Oliver Stone movies. I think that's fair. But as with so many other films covered here, I feel the "Oliver Stone"ness of his work can be a (needlessly) distracting projection for people. If you're a fan of moviemaking and/or of myth, then forget the name Oliver Stone and admire the films for what they demonstrably are: masterful creations of light, sound, and shadow.

Perhaps most of all with our final entry:

1.

JFK (1991) Written by Oliver Stone and Zachary Sklar.

I saw this in the cheap cinema near my parents house (since closed) several months after it came out, and afterwards, I stood by my car and smoked two or three cigarettes, unable to leave the parking lot and simultaneously trying to re-enter reality and trying not to lose the sense of hyper-surrealism/ punctured-veil-of-reality. I won't say it changed my life or changed forever how I viewed American politics (IranContra did that) but it absolutely showed me a holy vision of how films could be made, what they could accomplish. (As much praise is due to its cinematographer, the incomparable Robert Richardson, as to its director.)

It's such an inspiring example of an artist who has achieved a position of privilege who puts everything on the line for something any sensible person would deem "inadvisable." And, knowing full well that doing so will subsequently alienate "the right people," he hits the jackpot.

Like Nixon, JFK has a companion book that should be on everyone's shelf. Relentlessly footnoted, it is (as Stone described the film itself) indispensable "counter-myth" to the absurd fictions of the establishment narrative in all its forms.

It is not my intention here to discuss the "conspiracy theory" or speculations of the film. I'm always happy to talk a little Kennedy assassination stuff, but lost (understandably) in the debate about the content is JFK's absolute mastery of technique. If we were asked to explain films to some alien civilization, specifically, how they differ from other forms of drama, sending them only this movie and Kubrick's 2001 would not be an unreasonable approach. One gains an understanding of the total experience of film from watching JFK that is difficult to put into words. But like I say, beyond its content (which I also find riveting) this is a grad-level class in the integration of sound and image. 

And the performances - good lord. How much time do we have? Not enough. Let me mention just one. In a career full of memorable turns, Gary Oldman's Lee Harvey Oswald is burned on my brain:

"OS-WALD!"

The script uses composite characters and dozens of familiar faces to navigate its riddle-of-the-Sphinx narrative. This is especially gratifying for subsequent viewings, as different people are always popping out. I've seen this a thousand times (slight exaggeration) and somehow I never properly appreciated the appearance of this character:

Willem Oltmans as George de Mohrenshildt.

Granted, reading 11/22/63 by Stephen King is to thank for that one. But it's so rare when a film continues to surprise me on subsequent viewings. One hopes JFK will be marveled at for many generations to come.

~

Oliver Stone seems to be more interested in making documentaries these days. (I have yet to see any of his Untold History of the United States, though I've read good things.) Which is certainly commendable, but I hold out a candle of hope that Stone will produce another film like any of these top 10.

The Dogway Melody

Every now and again, you stumble across something that takes you so completely by surprise that you find yourself in an area of the proverbial video store you never thought you'd find yourself. That happened to me with today's excursion:

(1930)

I've since discovered that this was an entry in the Dogville Comedies, a somewhat controversial series (due to the less-than-ASPCA methods to make the animals appear to talk) of short films from the Jazz Age that spoofed popular films of the time with all-dog casts, sometimes known as "the barkies." "The Dogway Melody" takes as its inspiration:

(1929)

But I didn't know that at the time. Let me briefly set the scene - the author returns to his apartment after a long night involving an amount of alcohol that currently strikes him, many years later, as thoroughly inadvisable. Wanting only background noise devoid of commercials, he puts on Turner Classic Movies and readies for bed. But sleep is forcefully swept aside by the strange spectacle onscreen. He watches, fascinated, bemused, and somewhat horrified, but he missed the opening title, this being one of those short films TCM routinely plays to fill the gap between the end of one feature and the start of another, and he can find no information about it on the cable guide. Sleep even further away, he goes to the TCM website and tracks down the title "The Dogway Melody." Noting it is included on the special features on The Broadway Melody DVD, he breaks new ground for his DVD collection by ordering a musical from Amazon.

I can't say this was my first foray into musicals, of course. We all have seen The Wizard of Oz and The Sound of Music a thousand times, and I grew up watching Camelot and Xanadu and Grease, etc. And of course, there's the South Park and Team America movies. (Brilliant, both.) But as far as deliberately tracking down a musical from the generation before my parents were born to add to the collection, it was a first. (But not the last, I'm happy to say.)

And I owe it all to booze!

Seriously, though, the presence of this disc in my closet might be considered a PSA concerning the pitfalls of getting loaded, if I didn't enjoy it (and The Broadway Melody) as much as I do. Let's call it a happy accident.

THE PLOT: Mr. Cur, a hotshot Broadway producer, is putting on a new show, and he walks in as his directors are auditioning a guy-and-girl duo, belting out "You Were Made for Me." The lady catches his eye, and he hires her. The show comes out and is a smash. At the party celebrating its success, Mr. Cur lets her know it's time to pay the piper. When she resists, he gets violent. But her former partner - whom of course loves her, secretly - busts in and rescues her. Jump-cut: they're living happily-ever-after with a litter of puppies.

I'm going to try and present this as simply a series of screencaps. I don't know if the above will be conveyed by their arrangement, but hopefully so. Either way, let the weirdness wash over you. I'd like to think that somewhere out there, some alien teenagers are getting together, high on alien pizza and sodas and whatever else, and giggling uncontrollably at this. 

One more time!

Depending on the lens through which you choose to view it, it's either dustbin-of-history fluff, or it just might say everything there is to say about everything, or it might be evidence to how truly weird human beings are. 

Oh, I didn't write down any of the dialogue. I should have, and if it were easier to come by, I'd go back and jot some things down. As it isn't, I'll try and paraphrase in the captions.

Ladies and gentlemen, "The Dogway Melody." (woofs, howls, and awkward puppy claps.)

"We open soon and we still suck..."

"PUT SOME HUSTLE INTO IT!"

"That girl... that enchanting vision!"

"Hey!"

THE VAUDEVILLE DOG'S DREAMS COME TO WRECK ON THE SORDID SHORES OF LIFE...

...

"Yeah, see!"

...

THE SHOW MUST GO ON

The harem scene.

"Dazzling! A tour de force!"

Oh no...

A one and a two and a...

Mam-my...

MEANWHILE...

Singing in the rain.

I couldn't bring myself to screencap the attempted rape scene. I got a look at myself doing this from above and got too weirded out. You can watch the pertinent two minutes here.

And they lived happily ever after.

The TV Tomb of Mystery is an ongoing catalog of one man's attempt to stave off  acquisition of any more impulse-buy DVDs until he can take better inventory of the ones already in his possession.