127 Hours

After some time, I’m increasing my rating to a “subjective” five stars, because it’s exactly my cup of tea. Danny Boyle once again proves his originality and ability to engagingly tell any story through audiovisual orgies. In an intimate drama with a single character, he doesn’t shy away from strong camera filters, fastforward scenes, split screens or jumping from one flashback to another. These tricks might seem out of place and irritating in a different film of this genre, but they make 127 Hours a fast-paced, riveting story that is never boring while also never straying from the sharp focus on the psychological state of the main character. It is an excellent, almost extraordinary film that made me cry with happiness at the end. (08/06/2011)

Desire for adventure, desire for solitude, desire to live. Danny Boyle translates a relatively trivial story into a highly personal level, where no hallucination is purposeless and no flashback empty. With the breathtaking James Franco and a visual that never rests, 127 Hours becomes a magnificent spiritual cleansing and also the most intimate story. It is simply a difficult task that passed with flying colours and made me, despite the inconspicuous warning, desire to rush somewhere headlong, making it perhaps the biggest surprise of the season. (11/01/2011)

It can be argued that 127 Hours has no great overlap, and that it is simply a post-modern stylized testimony of courage and desire to survive. It can also be argued that subliminal stressing of fate and miraculous hunch smacks of melodramatic cheesiness. A lot can be argued about, but what really counts is the experience. Pain, despair, fear, and above them a triumphant animal desire to escape and live, no matter what it takes. And 127 Hours has plenty of raw experiences to give. That's why this is an exceptional film and one of the most intense experiences of pain I've ever experienced in a movie theatre (Gibson and his biblical exploitation should study how it's done "for real"). (12/01/2011)

I didn't waver for a minute over any rating other than 5 stars. James Franco played his role perfectly, movingly, and naturally. My hand ached for him from the beginning and my heart was pounding until the end. The imaginative and, most importantly, original ending only made me believe that this film is 100%. (03/06/2011)

This is not a movie about a guy who got his hand trapped by a boulder, it's a much deeper exploration of a person, and Boyle primarily shows that even though we're now dominated by technology, we still are capable of… we are more than that. The way it shows this is, to put it simply, technocratic. You want an example? Cram a small camera into a bottle of water and film someone (James Franco) drinking it. Even the Ralston character gravitates towards technology, the footage we see in the trailers, the way he takes pictures of everything and everywhere (although the last photo shows us the incredible shift that Aron’s character undergoes over the course of the movie), which contrasts nicely with his love of nature. Two worlds clash here in this unique struggle for survival. SPOILER ALERT: But honestly... what were the chances that something like this could happen and the protagonist would survive, with his arm hacked off, and write a book about it? Speaking of cutting off arms, that's one of the most intense scenes (this year/last year) in recent times. A nerve is a particularly sensitive issue. Which reminds me, don't take your gentler half to this movie, one lady fled from the cinema just the protagonist ran out of water and started drinking his urine. Franco, by the way, deserved that Oscar nomination (I wish he'd won it; it would probably have been the first time ever that the host won) he deserved it like few others, without his performance, the entire movie would have failed. Ralston is a bad-ass dude who "can do everything on his own", and while that plays an important role in his ability to escape, it's also about his inner transformation, which Franco pulls off so naturally that you might not even notice. And beware, you won't feel sorry for him, absolutely not, but maybe some of you, like me, will imagine yourself in his place. P.S: That exact multi-tool knife is lying on my desk at home. Oops. (03/02/2011)