127 Hours

Watched this tonight, as I may have mentioned before my active pursuits mostly include nursing my arthritic joints and raising a glass to the heroic doers of this world, and while we enjoyed it we felt something lacking. It fizzed along very well and at 90 minutes it didn't outstay its welcome. Despite its horrifying premise it wasn't chock full of body horror and actually at its worst it resembled Disney Torture Porn: somehow facile, video game, music video, Tarantino, denaturedviolence purely for aesthetics, shits, and giggles... The shocking violence of the film rarely felt as painful as the single golf club to the knee that resonated with waves of pain throughout Funny Games for example. Which is fine really as the story was much, much more upbeat: pretty Hollywood boys and girls leading the active life. Outdoorsmen youknow.

It was fun. In a music video kind of way. Much more "artistic" than the climbing movies I've been watching lately. And much more shallow.

But fun.