In his bid for an Oscar
in the
I-gained-the-most-weight-and-grew-the-most-impressive-beard category, Leo
DiCaprio shows us time and time and time again that he really, really, really
wants to take home the 13 and a ½ inch gold statue. He’s like an Eagle Scout on Human Growth Hormone
Therapy. His atomic powered nose
can pick up a three-week-old scent of tracks left behind by enemy fur traders. True,
there were no showers in the tundra of Wyoming, so I guess the bad guys and the
good were pretty smelly. It’s a
shame PETA wasn’t around back then.
Director Alejandro
Gonzalez Inarritu used exclusively natural light in the crafting of this epic,
so mercifully you can’t even see half the movie, since those 879 hours were
shot in the dead of night. Movie
Going Tip: Bring along one of those airline donut pillows and catch up on your
sleep.
The film is an oft-told
tale of revenge: Leo loses his
family, a bear tries to kill him, and the worst part--his friends are super
impatient and can’t even wait for him to die so they bury him alive. It’s almost like the The Hangover, but without the jokes and
Mike Tyson. You can bet if the heavyweight champ had been there…well, that bear
would’ve never made it out alive. But
I can see now, how Leo needed to overcome that particular conflict, for the
rest of the 8 hours of the movie to make sense.
Leo finally meets a really nice indigenous person who has no designs on killing him. In fact, he nurses Leo back to health, builds him a lovely warming hut and feeds him sushi-grade trout from a frozen lake. He heals Leo’s tortured psyche with sage advice about Karma and how the Earth and Nature take care of all your troubles. He’s like Leo’s personal Obi Wan, so naturally he has to die, which I thought was a totally wasted opportunity. I was certain The Revenant was about to turn into one of those classic buddy movies, but then I remembered they don’t give two best Actor prizes at the Academy Awards.
