Dr. Bennet Omalu (left) and
actor Will Smith who portrays him in the movie Concussion
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A tragic and ultimately heartbreaking story about the
profound effects of football-related brain trauma, where professional athletes
are reduced to inexplicable shells of themselves, literally becoming different
people inhabiting their same bodies with no control over their actions,
succumbed by constant headaches, psychological torment and such mind-numbing
pain that they can no longer sleep or think straight, many resorting to suicide
as the only way out. While this is in
every sense a Hollywood movie, complete with an accompanying inner story
romance, it’s tone throughout is downbeat and somber, reflective of the post 9/11
era in which it is set, basically following the life of Dr. Bennet Omalu, a
Nigerian-born pathologist and forensic neuropathologist whose specialty is the
study of the human brain, who at the time was assigned to the Allegheny County
coroner’s office in Pittsburgh where his job was examining the dead bodies in
the morgue. However, before we meet him,
there’s a fascinating introduction where David Morse plays Hall of Famer “Iron”
Mike Webster in his final days, arguably the greatest center in the history of
professional football, the man who anchored the offensive line in a spectacular
run of winning 4 Super Bowls for the Pittsburgh Steelers in the 1970’s, but
he’s seen homeless, psychologically damaged, unintelligible, destitute, and
literally out of his mind, living in an old beat-up truck on the outskirts of a
vacant lot next to a steel plant. The
extent of his fall from grace is astonishing to anyone that knew him, as his
anguishing pain was constant and insufferable, subjecting himself to relentless
electric shock from a Taser gun, rendering himself unconscious just to fall
asleep, and eventually dying of a reported heart attack at the age of 50. This brief interlude sets the tone for the
film, horrifying to say the least from a Hall of Fame legend, unimaginable, and
equally unforgettable.
Something of a cross between the hidden secrets of the tobacco
industry in Michael Mann’s THE INSIDER (1999) and similar secrets hidden by the
nuclear power industry in Mike Nichols’ SILKWOOD (1983), complete with
unexplained conspiracy theories that are left dangling in the wind, Will Smith
(with an African accent) stars as a forensic neuropathologist who discovers the
first case of CTE (chronic traumatic encephalopathy),
a football-related brain trauma, and challenges the NFL in his battle to reveal
the truth, where he is fought at every step by a multi-billion dollar industry
that prefers to cover up any scientific knowledge that would have a significant
impact on the game. While it’s a case
of dollars and cents, where the league is protecting their investment into the
product of football, the filmmaker himself is an investigative journalist for
the New York Times magazine, Atlantic Monthly, The New Yorker and
others, covering the conflicts in Rwanda, Kosovo, and Afghanistan/Pakistan
after 9/11. The film is based on an
extensive magazine piece, Game
Brain - GQ.com, written by Jeanne Marie Laskas from GQ magazine, September 14, 2009, now enlarged into a book entitled Concussion, where she documents what
happened to Mike Webster and several other former NFL football players,
including Steelers offensive lineman Justin Strzelcyzk, who died in a head-on
collision after leading police on a high speed car chase, and yet another Steelers
offensive lineman Terry Long who died from drinking antifreeze, each a spiraling
tragedy of epic proportions. It was Dr.
Omalu who examined each of their brains after death, as the diagnosis can only
be determined by an autopsy of the brain, so it’s only after the fact that the
extent of this deteriorating brain condition is realized, that repeated blows
to the head can have drastic effects to the brain, associated with depression,
early-onset dementia, aggressive behavior and suicide. Over time, as more NFL players die, the
results will be even more pervasive as other names are added to the list, such
as Andre Waters, who had a reputation as one of the NFL’s hardest hitting
defenders as a safety from the Philadelphia Eagles defensive backfield, but
eventually took his own life with a gunshot to the head, or Dave Duerson,
another heavy hitting safety from the Chicago Bears who died of a
self-inflicted gunshot to the chest.
While the results are devastating, the film itself gets
carried away with a Hollywood good and evil scenario, seen almost exclusively
through Dr. Omalu’s point of view, with Will Smith playing a Nigerian émigré
who dreamed of coming to America as a young boy, who desperately wants to be
accepted in America, a tireless worker who holds eight advanced degrees and
board certifications, whose hours of work are so extensive that he has little
time for anything else, though he’s a dedicated Catholic, where his church priest
assigns him the role of shepherding a newly arrived medical student from Kenya,
Gugu Mbatha-Raw from Beyond
the Lights (2014) as Prema, where his early success parallels their growing
love affair, ultimately getting engaged and married, becoming his most
steadfast supporter. Like Sidney Poitier
in GUESS WHO’S COMING TO DINNER (1967), their moral character has to be above reproach,
where Hollywood presents them as saints, where their level of decency is stupifying,
though it’s clear one of the reasons his research is initially received with
such skepticism is that he’s an African without American citizenship, so it’s
easy to belittle his findings. In the
coroner’s office, his supervisor is so offended by the invasive procedures
performed on Pittsburgh Steeler greats after death that he refuses to authorize
them, forcing the doctor to pay for more scientific results himself, which includes
specialized tissue analysis outside the norm, as the brain shows no signs of
damage during an autopsy. This thread
of xenophobia and American inequality interestingly runs throughout this
picture, as Omalu’s naiveté is a stark contrast to the cynicism and outright
racism that greets him, where even after publishing his findings in a medical
journal, he is met with a formidable amount of character assassination and
utter disdain, as the NFL initially smears his medical findings. The lone ally in the room is the man that
runs the coroner’s office, Cyril Wecht (Albert Brooks), a noted forensic
consultant in legal cases, and the mentor who trained Omalu as a forensic
pathologist, and through him Omalu meets Dr. Julian Bailes (Alec Baldwin), a
former team doctor for the Pittsburgh Steelers, one of the first NFL representatives
to believe his medical findings, offering credibility from someone within the
sport, becoming a major turning point in Omalu’s effort to get the NFL, and the
world, to notice.
While it is portrayed as a David versus Goliath
confrontation, where a $12 billion dollar giant corporation with unlimited
monetary resources tries to suppress Omalu’s findings, where the NFL won’t even
allow him in the room to discuss the matter, turning instead to Dr. Baines “as
one of their own,” where the initial findings are met with open suspicion,
anger, and even intimidation, which leads to the most incredulous Hollywood
insinuations, easily the least effective part of the film, becoming a study of
growing paranoia as there is some suggestion that the NFL uses its influence to
call in the FBI to raid Dr. Wecht’s office, going through his files, removing
sensitive equipment, where Omalu concludes, “You are attacking him to get to
me!” The problem is the FBI did, in
fact, raid Wecht’s office, but it came three months “before” Omalu published
any of his research, so this is the kind of movie hysteria that diminishes
Hollywood’s own influence and credibility, resorting to foolishness and utter
nonsense instead of presenting what actually happened, which undermines the effectiveness
of the picture. Even worse, there are
insinuations that Omalu’s pregnant wife is being followed, as we see her being
tailed by an anonymous car, amping up the fear factor as she attempts to get
away, losing her unborn baby in the process.
While there is an exaggerated portrayal of a lurking presence of evil,
suggesting the NFL is behind it all, this is Hollywood overkill. The blatant NFL crimes are obvious enough, as
they were slow to recognize how seriously concussions and repeated blows to the
head can effect one’s brain, where initially as an industry they lied and
covered up. Despite the absurd
doublespeak of NFL commissioner Roger Goodell as he speaks under oath before an
investigatory Congressional committee studying how concussions may impact the
game, nine years passed after Omalu’s initial publishing before the NFL
recognized the merit of his findings.
There are still any number of football spokespersons that continue to
underestimate the impact, but it’s hard to refute the evidence that the game of
football has on the human brain, even at the sub-concussion level, though at
least the league is much more focused on concussion protocol (Concussion
- NFL Players Association) in today’s game, as are all sports in general,
which includes an independent evaluation from doctors who are not connected to
the league. While high-priced
quarterbacks that earn big salaries can afford to voluntarily remove themselves
from the game after taking big hits, which is the ideal goal of today’s game,
many of the more borderline players can’t, as their earnings are far more
suspect, so they’re not so willing to voluntarily pull themselves out of a game. As a result, there are official spotters (ATC
Spotters | NFL Football Operations) on the sidelines of today’s NFL games
whose job is to observe player behavior and pull out players suspected of
taking voracious hits to the head and subjecting them to a concussion
protocol. While the system is imperfect,
where they obviously miss incidents observing from the press box, at least the
league’s rules are developing with more interest in player safety.
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