sharkboy
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Joined: 26/9/2005 From: Belfast
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Well, I finally got round to seeing this last night after managing to avoid pretty much everything about it on its release. So, the big man in a Joe Carnahan movie about a bunch of oil crew workers going up against the bleak wilderness and a pack of predatory wolves. If ever there was a concept that had "action movie" written large across it... But this is the Carnahan of Narc, not A-Team or Smokin' Aces. This is the peeling away of the hard outer layers that make up the big man to reveal the heart inside. This is the constant but not-always-unwelcome presence of death's spectre, the pale rider in a pale landscape. Like Ray Liotta's Henry Oak, Ottway is a man's man, a brooding rough presence on the edge of civilisation. But his softer side is soon on display, with a powerfully moving scene in which he comforts a dying man to bring him peace before his end. Flashbacks to moments with his wife and his childhood with his tough Irish father add additional insights into Ottway the man. It is his no-nonsense approach that motivates the survivors to find supplies, shelter and hope. However, that doesn't mean there is no action. We experience an exhilirating plane crash and vertigo-inducing rope tricks, not to mention a certain pack of territorial and nasty black wolves that continually attack the survivors. And in case you think Ottway isn't that tough after all, just watch him tape broken miniature bottles between his fingers for an improvised knuckle duster with real bite! By the way, make sure to watch after the credits too for the post-credit scene. Not that it really gives too much away... Shot with bleak tones against the harsh but breathtaking beauty of the North American wilderness, Carnahan has created something special here. I wouldn't say it's Neeson's best role, but it's certainly up there with them, and he is ably supported by a great cast. On the strength of this, Carnahan should give up trying to be the next big action director. Not that he isn't more than capable of the role, rather that it would be a waste of the eye for characterisation and introspection that he clearly displays.
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WWLD? Every time we think we have measured our capacity to meet a challenge, we look up and we're reminded that that capacity may well be limitless I left in love, in laughter, and in truth and wherever truth, love and laughter abide, I am there in spirit.
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