Movies with little dialogue are hit or miss. There can be so much that could go wrong and might not appeal to the viewers. And yet there can be so much that could go right. In 127 Hours, Danny Boyle and James Franco pull it off and it never gets too boring or slow.
There isn’t much to say about 127 Hours, not much to critique. However, what I can say is this: James Franco is amazing. His performance in this film might be his best ever. He truly is a light in the dark times of young American actors. From the very first shot of him in the film, he takes us into this character and we love him the whole time. When his arm is smashed by the boulder, he doesn’t scream, but we do. When he struggles to push the boulder, we struggle too. When his knife is just out of reach, we are reaching for it too. Sympathy is the major back bone of this film (not pity). And when he cuts off his arm, the viewers can’t look away. His bones snapping and cutting the nerves with a dull Swiss Army Knife, we are fixed on him. It’s painful to watch, but we still are watching closely and hope that are thoughts are pushing him forward to escape.
That’s really all I got. James Franco carries this movie with his one arm. He lifts it up as he goes down the canyon. He is the one moving this film. I haven’t seen any of Danny Boyle’s other films like Slumdog Millionaire or 28 Days Later or Trainspotting, but I now want to. It is so moving, tragic, and gorgeous. I loved this movie and I highly recommend this film.
Later this month: Joe Wright Marathon (Hanna, The Soloist, Atonement, Pride and Prejudice)
Early next month: The Original Star Wars Trilogy and Jurassic Park Trilogy and a Lasse Hallström Marathon (The Cider House Rules, Chocolat, The Shipping News, and Dear John)
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