127 Hours

My kind of film... set in one enclosed space, with only one guy. Yes, this is a true story. Yes, this is totally fucked up. I can only imagine the difficulties of filming such a film, as an actor but also as a director. Oh, and, yeah: sure... I can also imagine the difficulties of actually being trapped in a fucking canyon, I guess.

Boyle shows us one again (despite the whole 'Slum Dog' debacle) that he truly is a gifted director. You are not bored one second and you are captivated by the story. When I say 'you,' I mean 'I.'
Also, I'll admit it: one scene (the one you know is gonna happen from the beginning) did make me a bit nauseous and woozy. That usually doesn't happen to me, so that's one more reason  I liked this film. I'm weird that way.

We see the whole range of human emotions, from disbelief to pleading, from despair to resignation and, well... all the other emotions... The acting is great and the music and editing really complement the story, even if the music can sometimes be a tad overly-dramatic and the end is a bit too Hollywoodish for my own tastes, but what can you do? Speaking over too Hollywoodish, the end is way too happy and positive and that's why I can't say this film is great, but 'only' very good.

In any case, you can't help to think that nature can be a fickle bitch.

Seriously, I wonder what I'd do in such a situation. Well... Haha... That's easy... that would never happen. I would never be trapped in a giant stone vagina, because I'm too busy mixing drinks in my apartment, thank you very much. But imagine it: trapped in bumblefuck. What would you think about? What would you regret or do differently? On a surprisingly-positive note, I'll say this: why wait until you're dying in a canyon? If you regret something, well... do something about it now. Like that, if you end up trapped in a canyon, you can die with a clear conscience. And a clear conscience is way tastier to the critters that will eat your positive-thinking corpse.

Also, don't wait till you're in that canyon to realize that you've been taking running water and telephones for granted.

Wow, this is so positive, I feel nauseous again...

Anyway, the moral of the story: don't go fucking hiking, you morons!