"The Men Who Stare at Goats" sounds like some ethnographic documentary about the bushmen of the Kalahari or the Bakhtiari herders of old Persia. Anyone expecting anything like that, or even a Disney family film like "Charlie, the Lonesome Cougar," is going to be surprised.
Instead, first-time director Grant Heslov has come up with something wackier and more whimsical, a quirky comedic drama about one of the stranger aspects of the modern American Army, a time when certain high-ranking officers felt that the New Age techniques and beliefs of the counterculture could transform military practice as we know it. As the intertitle that begins the film succinctly puts it, "more of this is true than you would believe."
The Army, no surprise, was never able to make that transformation completely happen. Similarly, Heslov, working from a script by Peter Straughan taken from a nonfiction book by Jon Ronson, has been unable to make "Goats" a completely successful film. But it's still worth watching because it provides a showcase for a group of actors who really appreciate this kind of farcical comedy.
George Clooney tops the bill as Lyn Cassady, a soldier who has a special gift for staring at goats so hard bad things happen. To the goats. Clooney and the director worked together in "Good Night, and Good Luck," which Heslov co-wrote and produced, and it was likely the actor's juice that got this eccentric project off the ground.
More or less stealing the picture from Clooney is Jeff Bridges, an actor you can never see often enough, who plays Bill Django, a military intelligence officer who did so much research in the counterculture he went native in the most amusing way. Also a treat is Kevin Spacey in the small but juicy role of Larry Hooper, the Darth Vader of the organization.
One problem with "Goats" is that we don't get to these guys, all pillars of what the film calls "the New Earth Army" (the military called it "the First Earth Battalion"), for a while. It turns out that Ronson's book lacked a natural plot, so the film had to invent one, and the structure it embraced is not a strength.
That's a surprise because that story revolves around the ordinarily reliable Ewan McGregor. Here, however, he plays a dreary American journalist named Bob Wilton whose uninteresting marriage we have to watch unravel so he can slowly morph into a combat journalist stranded in Kuwait waiting to get into Iraq. Wilton is the audience surrogate here, the nominally regular guy who reacts with predictable disbelief to the shenanigans the New Age Army is up to.
