Well, today I saw Philomena and Dallas Buyers Club. Philomena isn't a phenomenal movie, but it does what it needs to do very well, and it never gets heavy-handed or one-sided with regards to the religious issues it raises. Both sides legitimately get equal treatment. Its Best Picture nomination reminds me a lot of when The King's Speech got nominated. Small British film from a respected British director that resonated in America and got tons of awards. Except that Philomena is good.
Dallas Buyers Club, though...wow. I was astonished at how much I fucking loathed this movie. Finally, a movie about the AIDS crisis that focuses on how hard it was for straight guys, and how one straight guy heroically came to the rescue of lots and lots of poor unfortunate gay people. The main character's arc is finished like a third of the way through, as if the screenwriter threw it in so that people would think the movie had themes. The Jared Leto character is basically there to make McConaughey not a homophobe, and has nothing actually going on individually. Rayon is entirely defined by his relationship with Ron, rather than being a full character. And the movie is told so coldly. It's like a robot made it. "Okay, insert this part of the story. Good, next this part. Okay, now skip ahead six months." There's no logical or emotional flow to any of the action. Its 2-hour runtime seemed to last an eternity, and it ends so abruptly it practically gave me whiplash. I really don't get what people saw in this.
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