Revenant is precisely why I love films; leaving the theater, I felt both emboldened by the tenacity of Leonardo Di Caprio’s character ‘Hugh’ and yet also humbled by the sheer endurance of all of my ancestors who battled weather, topography, illness, nature all without a smartphones or gas powered vehicles.
And while the New Yorker columnist who reviewed Revenant said that the film lacked character arc, may I add that this was set in pre-‘university’ days, where one hadn’t the luxury for leisure and books. So Leonardo, you walk right up those stairs Kanye West style if they don’t hand you the Golden Globe and Oscar.
The supporting actors were equally strong:
Tom Hardy-come on, the guy’s amazing, Christian Bales like in his ability to fold into a role without reminding you he’s a famous actor.
Domhnall Gleason continuously impressive not only a naive mentee to Oscar Isaac in Ex Machina, but also as an excellent romantic foil in Brooklyn, ‘AND then’…. (Dude Where’s My Car reference) kicked ass as the wary Captain in Revenant. Yet he’s the Rodney Dangerfield of the Golden Globes (no respect or invitation, ‘Really GG’s?’*).
Bravo to Inirratu for evolving from the ridiculously ended Birdman to Revenant, a story of redemption and parental love. The cinematography was also breathtaking. I abhor winter, but watching this movie made me know I only hate from the outside, viewing from the inside is quite another matter.
*Let’s hope the Golden Globes committee has smartened up by showtime. Otherwise, Leonardo, get up and say.”I did the greatest performance OF ALL TIME, or at least 2015″!
