Wednesday, February 8, 2012
Once more into the fray
Once more into the fray,
Into the last good fight I’ll ever know,
Live and die on this day,
Live and die on this day.
Over the weekend I plopped my butt down on an unsanitary seat and drank in the masterfully crafted "The Grey." It was intense from opening credits to the final scene. I loved it. My wife…not so much. Don’t get me wrong; she liked it, but as she put it “All the good scenes were put in the previews, and the rest of the movie was them walking around in the snow.”
It was a little like castaway, but instead of an awkward Tom Hanks, you get Liam Neeson. Instead of a tropical paradise, you get the frozen taiga of the far north. Instead of Wilson, you get a pack of man eating wolves. And Liam has a few buddies. Definitely a step up.
There were a few things that seemed a little incredulous to me—particularly the wolves behavior, size of their pack, how quickly they could move from place to place, you know, the minor details that drove the plot. Not a big deal, but a little distracting during the movie.
The two aspects of the film I enjoyed the most were the ending, and the religious questioning that went on throughout the movie. Both sides of the theistic debate were given, but neither pro nor con was pushy. The question was left hanging with a high degree of ambiguity.
Somewhat vague was the ending. No spoilers here, but they could have taken the ending in one of two directions. And for the way they chose to go, they finished the film the only way they could have.