This
two part drama [note it’s not a film!] details the exploits of
Sir Earnest Shackletons 1914-16 Trans-Antarctica Expedition. It’s
on this website because it truly is British [funding, acting and theme]
and the director Charles Sturridge does a wonderful job in terms of
recreating the intensity of the expedition and the acting – well
it’s simply breath taking. At 3 hours 26 mins it is too big for
the big screen and whilst it could have been chopped to about 3 hours
– well these days that’s still [apparently] too big. Personally
I love the longer movies at they give the opportunity for character
development that simply you can’t fit into the standard fare of
85 minutes these days.
The first 100 minutes is concerned with the origins of the expedition,
and Shackleton's efforts to raise support and prepare for it. The son
of an Irish country doctor, he served in the Merchant Navy, but by 1914
he was a very experienced polar explorer, having been on two major earlier
expeditions; he was in fact the Englishman who had been closest to the
South Pole and survived. Kenneth Branagh's full-on performance as Shackleton
gives us a clear picture of the sort of man he is, ambitious, hard-driving,
single-minded, yet one who genuinely cares for the men under his command.
He is even aware of the effect his exploration obsession is having on
his family life (not to mention his relationship with his mistress),
but he plows on regardless. Sturridge times this section nicely and
it’s made fascinating to watch the crew come together and the
rather humorous exploits of trying to raise the funding.
In
the second half we are stuck on the polar pack ice, and the story turns
into a ripping yarn, but it is told with economy and a certain amount
of classically British humour. It is clear that, apart from luck, Shackleton
and his men (the animals, alas, did not make it) owed their survival
to Shackleton's good judgment and the fact that he was able to get all
of them to rise to the occasion. He might have been slightly mad to
get into such a fix to begin with, but he had no wish to suffer the
fate of his colleague Captain Scott.
Branagh
dominates the film of course, but his crew, mostly made up of little-known
actors, come through as characters in their own right. Several stand
out; Ken Drury as McNiesh, the feisty ship's carpenter, Kevin McNally
as Worsley the reliable skipper, Celyn Jones as the Welsh stowaway Blackborow,
and Nicholas Rowe as Colonel, the expedition odd-man-out. It is melancholy
to recall, that several of the crew survived the Antarctic only to die
in the trenches in France. Matt Day as the Australian photographer Frank
Hurley, who produced some unforgettable images of the trip, also puts
in a strong performance. The characters at home seem bloodless by comparison,
with the exception of Phoebe Nicholl's determined Lady Shackleton. One
wonders how Lord Curzon, that very superior person, who presided over
the very tight-fisted Royal Geographical Society (nicely played by Corin
Redgrave) would have got by on the expedition.