On Thursday, April 5, 2012 6:21:07 PM UTC-4, SSS DDD wrote:
> can't remember a thing about it
SPOILERS BELOW
One of my favorite movies of the past dozen years,
but not perfect. The negative first: I thought
the Henry Thomas character was more interesting and
likable than the Matt Damon character, and it was
ridiculous to have the Penelope Cruz character fall
in love with Damon at first sight when big strapping
and masculine Henry Thomas was right there in front
of her. And later in the movie it was hard to accept
Damon telling the aunt that she had no right to
interfere, when that interference was all that could
have saved, and did save, the life of his buddy (as
well as his own). When previously Thomas told Damon,
"I'm not above whupping your ass", I was hoping he
would do it.
An impressive movie, however, and though some thought it
was too arty, I thought it was exactly arty enough. It
would have been great to see all that Billy Bob filmed,
but apparently the studio pressured him to cut down the
length drastically, a real shame.
The other primary male actor, Lucas Black, 16 or 17 at
the time, stole every scene he was in, and appeared to
have great promise, but he has faded somewhat since then.
Ultimately, this was a buddy movie, though the love story
aspect held center stage for maybe a quarter of it. What
the Damon character accomplished in the end, to the
amazement of his friend - "Damn, Bud" - was as touching as the
ending of any western movie since childhood.
The music, by Marty Stuart primarily, and the cinematography and
sound were gorgeous. All the other actors were perfect in their
roles and we are left wondering what might have been if director
Thornton had been allowed to fulfill his vision.
The Cormac McCarthy book is the same story, of course,
but the angles of view are different. In it the main
character is a radiant paragon, and the final scene,
written all in red, makes him look like a young god.
Both movie and book are highly worthwhile.