I have seen two out of the five movies up for last year’s Best Picture category, and one many folks said should have been nominated.
Slumdog Millionaire, is in my opinion one of the best movies I have ever seen. It was not only cinematographly beautiful to watch, it was just as brutal to be there with the characters as they, against unseeming odds, survived. And continued to hope and love. I cannot express in words my heartfelt love of these characters. I just can’t. But it’s there, and even after watching this movie two months ago, I think of it almost daily. It was, for me, that powerful.
I have also watched The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. I liked it. A lot. I like Brad Pitt, and I enjoyed his character. I enjoyed the story. But it was no Slumdog Millionaire.
Last night I was hell bent on watching the entire first season of The X Files. Believe it or not I have never watched one episode. So I Netflixed the first season. I watched the pilot episode on the flight to Wisconsin a couple f weeks ago, and have yet to find the time to sit down for a few hours and watch more. So, last night after hubby went to bed, my son and I decided to do a marathon. Except for some reason my DVD player downstairs would not read the disk. Grrrr. So we scrolled through the Pay Per View listings and after my son coaxed me, we decided to watch The Wrestler. I really didn’t want to watch it. I’m not a Mickey Rourke fan.
From the beginning the movie was slow. It was a sad and poignant story with no Rocky moments. I thought Marisa Torme as stripper Cassidy and mom Pam was awesome. I thought Mickey Rourke as Randy the Ram was awesome, but I wondered as I watched him stumble along how much of that character really was him? It made me sad to think much of it was. There was a lot I liked about the movie, more than I didn’t like. I loved how tho’ he was a has-been, the Ram was lovingly embraced by his fellow wrestlers, and fans. I loved the peek inside of professional wrestling, and the camaraderie there is amongst the cast. I loved how the Ram, after all those years of wrestling, and as broken down as he was, still loved what he did. Surprisingly, I loved a lot about this movie. The only thing I didn’t care for was the pacing. It was slow from beginning to end.
When the movie ended, and it could end no other way than it did, I sat silent for a long minute then said to my son, “You know, there was no other ending that would have worked.”
He nodded and said, “I know. It would have been wrong for everyone.”
There was a lot of buzz about this movie not being nominated for Best Picture. So, I asked myself, was this film deserving of an Oscar? I didn’t think so last night. I didn’t think it stood up to Benjamin Button, it came nowhere near Slumdog. But this morning, The Wrestler is still on my mind. Ram and Cassidy/Pam and even Ram’s daughter. Maybe I was wrong? I plan to watch the other films that were nominated, Nixon/Frost, Milk and The Reader, I’m also going to watch Slumdog again. I can’t help myself. Yes, it was brutal, and terrifying, and heartbreaking, but it was a wonderful story of love and triumph and it still makes me smile.
Have you seen Slumdog? What is your favorite movie this year? And what makes a movie a favorite for you?