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Blu-ray Review: William Wyler’s The Best Years of Our Lives on Warner Home Video

You’d have to be blind not to recognize its unflinching achievements.


The Best Years of Our Lives

“Some of them look brand new—from the factory straight to the scrapheap,” contemplates Fredric March’s Sgt. Al Stephenson at the beginning of The Best Years of Our Lives, flying with two fellow WWII vets above Boone City, the nondescript Midwestern city to which they’re returning home. Stephenson is assessing with his bird’s-eye view the fate of an entire airfield’s worth of bombers, but given the difficulty he and his two traveling companions shared in even hitching a ride after their years in battle, he could just as easily be offering a pessimistic prediction for all veterans upon their homecoming. And he’s the one of those three who gets to return to a lucrative position at a bank, unlike the demeaning work as a soda jerk the decorated Capt. Fred Derry (Dana Andrews) will have to reluctantly accept. He also still has the use of both of his hands, as opposed to the hooks that have replaced the hands of one-time college football hero Officer Homer Parrish (Harold Russell).

William Wyler’s The Best Years of Our Lives was the movie Americans knew they needed, but likely few realized how badly they also wanted it. As has happened with other films in that position before and since, its achievements seemed to take on a force-of-nature patina; it was the highest-grossing film since Gone with the Wind and missed tying that David O. Selznick epic’s record number of Oscar wins by just one trophy. A prime example of American middlebrow writ on an epic (170-minute) scale in service of universalizing its themes and messages, the film takes its time to settle into an environment that most viewers would’ve already found familiar enough with a single establishing shot, to introduce people who are no more complicated by the film’s end than they are during their first appearances.

Yes, the leisurely pacing and extended running time were undoubtedly an extension, if not a stratagem, to convey an unmistakable pedagogical gravitas. But whether intended or not, Wyler’s deliberateness also positions the three main characters—who have all just spent years in the midst of or at least anticipating life-or-death situations—in a context of once comforting but now alienating domesticity. The shadow of war falls most obviously on the space where Parrish’s hands once were, despite how gamely he insists on lighting his own matches and writing his own deposit slips, turning himself into the all-day parlor trick he secretly thinks his friends and relatives all take him to be, accepting the role of crucible to benefit the Norman Rockwell-esque sense of normalcy he lost his hands defending.

The performance by Russell, a non-professional who actually did lose his hands during the war (not in battle, but during a mishap handling explosives at Camp Mackall), carries with it pre-historical hints of Method acting. Nearly as forward-thinking are Derry’s belated but climactic struggles with post-traumatic stress disorder; his traumatic walk through the airplane graveyard insinuates shades of neorealism just months after Roberto Rossellini’s Open City ushered in that new revolutionary tactic. Stephenson’s string of lost weekends, which provide Myrna Loy the one lovely detail (marking the number of drinks her husband has had with a fork against the tablecloth), are more a product of the time. But each of the three men, in their own way, chase some form of oblivion, and if The Best Years of Our Lives emerges as a more contemporary-seeing film than almost anything else to which its ingredients could compare, it’s because of how it wrestles with the burden of patriotism. The nation’s problems are right there in plain sight, just as clear as cinematographer Gregg Toland’s typically precise deep-focus shots.


About those shots. The Best Years of Our Lives was more than adequately represented in its previous DVD incarnations, and maybe it’s for that reason that its Blu-ray debut isn’t quite as stunning as it might have otherwise been. The images are bright and clean with a full range of contrast without crushed whites or overly inky blacks, and there doesn’t appear to be much in the way of dirt or debris in the frame. (There’s no doubt The Best Years of Our Lives has been one of the more closely guarded properties in MGM’s vault through the years.) The mono mix is presented as uncompressed Master Audio, and if it can’t possibly hope to transcend the limitations of its era, neither does it founder.


Not a whole lot of effort has been put into stocking this disc with new extras or historical context. No commentary track, no retrospective documentary or making-of, no booklet essays. Just a few minutes’ worth of introductions and interviews from cast members Virginia Mayo and Teresa Wright. Though they do give some insight into what it was like to film with William Wyler, it’s just nowhere near as much as a movie of this reputation deserves.


The Best Years of Our Lives may be seen as square against its postwar best picture rival It’s a Wonderful Life, just as How Green Was My Valley now seems against Citizen Kane, but you’d have to be blind not to recognize its unflinching achievements.

Cast: Fredric March, Dana Andrews, Myrna Loy, Harold Russell, Teresa Wright, Virginia Mayo Director: William Wyler Screenwriter: Robert E. Sherwood Distributor: Warner Home Video Running Time: 170 min Rating: NR Year: 1946 Release Date: November 5, 2013 Buy: Video, Soundtrack

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