I believe there are two ways a film can reach a status of unadulterated perfection in the eyes of the viewer: one is through a precisely perfect symmetrical cinematography, photography and piercing light, as was the case last year with McQueen’s Shame. If not stunningly visual a film has to give you, just give you something, be it emotion, feelings, even disgust, a meaning, a message.
Rarely cinemagoers are so lucky they get both in the same package, but this doesn’t mean, in my eyes, that there’s a difference in quality if a flick is one or the other. Personally I cry in both cases: I cried watching the running sequence in Shame, for how the camera follows Fassbender at the edge of the screen, trying to catch up: that had meaning.
Then there’s the emotional film and this is Dallas Buyers Club.
Nothing bad to say about the directing and technical part, but a film full of such heart is hard to come by.
It’s a true story, so I’m not really spoiling anything when I tell you exactly why Jared Leto has gotten to the pinnacle of his acting career; few words, “I don’t want to die”, the very simplest concept of human existence delivered in such a powerful way they shatter your heart, fill you with pain, make you cry, make you think.
Rayon’s death is the trigger to an ending that leaves you with thoughts. Thoughts, these days.
Think not about AIDS or drugs or homophobia: think about human connections, think about life, Dare to Live.
Matthew McConaughey is quite simply incredible, it is just me who’s partial to Leto because unlike even his peers and fellow cinema people I haven’t noticed his acting skill yesterday. Also recently his own production Artifact was by me considered so inspirational that sort of put a halt to an incoming spiraling depression.
Also a good thing Denis O’Hare is in the cast, the villainous doctor with slight inclination towards not liking ‘fairies’, which is meta-hilarious.
Dallas Buyers Club is an A-lister indie flick, worth watching. Warning, it may elicit strong feelings and insightful thoughts.