The Mercy movie review: a sea of troubles

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MaryAnn’s quick take…

An unsettling true story smartly told, from a moment in time at once uniquely its own and a harbinger of things to come. Colin Firth is subtle, unflinching, extraordinary.tweet
I’m “biast” (pro): love Colin Firth and Rachel Weisz
I’m “biast” (con): nothing
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women’s participation in this film
male director, male screenwriter, male protagonist
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If you do not already know the story of Donald Crowhurst, who set off from England in 1968 in an attempt to sail singlehandedly and nonstop around the world, keep it that way. (I knew nothing, and was glad of it.) Don’t even watch the trailer for The Mercy, the genteelly brutal new movie about his adventure, before you see the film. Though his odyssey was global news at the time, he has mostly been forgotten… and whether or not he earned and deserves such obscurity is certainly a matter for debate, and it’s reasonable to suspect that some may look at the events depicted and decide that he should have remained a footnote in maritime history. That may now be moot: In the way of these things, there’s another movie about the man, entitled simply Crowhurst, though it’s a much smaller indie, also opening soon in the UK. So he’s on the cultural radar once again. But even without that second film, The Mercy on its own is an unsettling story smartly told, one that explores profound matters both personal and societal that have powerful resonance in hindsight: its moment in time is at once uniquely its own and a harbinger of things to come. We are going to be talking about The Mercy and Crowhurst anew for a while.

“If I hide his maps, he can’t go. My plan of wifely anxiety is foolproof!”
“If I hide his maps, he can’t go. My plan of wifely anxiety is foolproof!”

And we’re going to be talking about Colin Firth’s performance here, coaxed and fostered by director James Marsh (Shadow Dancer). Firth is subtle yet unflinching in crafting a portrait of a man pushed to his limits, and then beyond, and cracking under the pressure of that. Yet this is not a man-versus-nature story: Crowhurst here is not being tested by the dangerous waters of the open ocean (or at least not only that). It doesn’t take much shaping by screenwriter Scott Z. Burns (Contagion, The Informant!) to mold The Mercy into a condemnation of the cultural forces that push men to take risks that they might otherwise not, and not the ones that pop first to mind. This Crowhurst is not an adrenaline junkie chasing thrills to make his heart race: he’s a man chasing financial success to ensure that his family is comfortable. Firth breathes and sweats the horror of the possibility of his failure at that, as well as the sort of mild-mannered, stiff-upper-lip stubbornness that is supposedly so cherished a part of the English character. But maybe sometimes you shouldn’t keep calm and carry on. Maybe sometimes you should just freak out and give up. Firth’s delicate resolve here is only just barely subsuming a freakout of the only kind he can allow himself under all the hopes and anxieties piled upon him.

Colin Firth breathes and sweats the horror of the possibility of a very particular kind of masculine failure.

What happened is this: In 1968, the Sunday Times newspaper announced that it would sponsor an around-the-world sailing race, the Golden Globe, for solo sailors who would not put foot on land the entire time. There would be a money prize for the first man to do it, and another prize for the man to do it the fastest. (Of course it was all men who would participate.) Just about the only rule was that entrants had to set sail sometime between June and October 1968, so that they would be navigating the wild Southern Ocean in summertime.

Donald Crowhurst (Firth: Kingsman: The Golden Circle, Bridget Jones’s Baby) was a weekend sailor who decided that he would enter with a trimaran of his own design — one that did not yet exist — that featured new innovations, including massively higher achievable speeds. He figured if — when — he won, he’d have proven the design, and proven that his trimaran could be handled by an amateur, then he’d go into business selling it to hobbyists like himself. His previous venture, hawking a sort of proto-GPS device of his own invention called the Navicator, had failed, so he really needed a success. He went all in, financially, including putting up his family’s home, to build his boat, the Teignmouth Electron. He had to win. He’d be ruined if he didn’t.

Except… He was inexperienced at this type of sailing, and not only was the Electron untested when he was finally forced to set out on October 31st, the last day for eligibility, the boat wasn’t even finished. He figured he’d finish it at sea, which is so WTF that you can’t even believe he’d dare it, but Firth’s Crowhurst is so casually insouciant about it that you get sucked right into his confidence. Maybe we viewers are the unrealistic ones? He knows what he’s doing, surely…

“If it were 50 years later, we’d have you Instagramming and tweeting from sea, but since it’s 1968, just save the toys from your breakfast cereals, and we’ll figure out some way to spin that when you get back.”
“If it were 50 years later, we’d have you Instagramming and tweeting from sea, but since it’s 1968, just save the toys from your breakfast cereals, and we’ll figure out some way to spin that when you get back.”

But it gets worse. “You’re a story of derring-do waiting to be told!” enthuses PR agent Rodney Hallworth (David Thewlis: Wonder Woman, Anomalisa), whom Crowhurst hires to represent him. For this race is huge in the British and global press: there is marketing and advertising to be done, sponsors to be acquired. The BBC gets onboard, almost literally, engaging Crowhurst to keep a diary at sea, written and filmed, for them. There aren’t many other entrants, and they are all being closely watched… or as closely as a lone sailor in the middle of the world ocean can be in the days before satellite phones and GPS. A man like Crowhurst is really and truly alone out there on the water, with only a few brief ship-to-shore radio calls offering contact with his family — including his wife, Clare (Rachel Weisz: Denial, Youth) — and the rest of humanity.

There’s a brief scene of Crowhurst alone on the Electron on Christmas Eve 1968, and this is not mentioned, though I’m sure it’s what we’re meant to think of: that’s the same day that three astronauts are orbiting the moon for the first time, and sending back that famous photo of Earthrise over the lunar landscape. Those men are barely more alone than Crowhurst is. Less so, actually: they have one another, at least. Crowhurst has nothing for company but the weight of the expectations placed upon him by himself, his family, and the whole world. And those are not escapable.

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Fri, Feb 09, 2018 6:07pm

Honour is a scheme for getting the tough bullies to beat up each other rather than the defenceless people.

Honour is the story you tell people after you won the fight by whatever means came to hand.
Honour is life.
Honour is an excuse for behaving badly.

All of these things are true, alas.

MaryAnn Johanson
reply to  RogerBW
Sat, Feb 10, 2018 1:40pm

What’s Fastnet?

Lucy Gillam
Sat, Feb 17, 2018 12:08am

I saw a documentary about this a while ago, and use it as one of many potential topic-starters for my writing classes. The gender aspects are definitely interesting, not just the forces that push men to do dangerous things, but the image of masculinity that allows them to leave wives and children to chase ephemeral dreams. This was perhaps more obvious in the case of one of the other sailors, however.

Petra Persson
Petra Persson
Sun, Jun 03, 2018 11:36am

I really was looking forward to this but Colin Firth just like Hugh Grant is so emotionless with that same bored look in every movie they make so it´s unbearable to watch. Bad casting destroyed this one for me :(