The Revenant — film overview: ‘Wow-inducing cinematography’

Leonardo DiCaprio in 'The Revenant'

Leonardo DiCaprio in ‘The Revenant’

Survival stories don’t know when to stop: that’s their point. Morality tales know exactly when to cease: that is their point. What the devil happens when, as in The Revenant, you mix the two?

Morality tales are short simply because they are tiny twists of wisdom in which the story’s end bites the story’s beginning. Switchback ironies runic mischiefs and recoil ingenuities incidents at Owl Creek. Ambrose Bierce would have taken ten pages to polish off the revenge kernel of The Revenant. Spiced with tragic irony, that kernel is certainly the film’s essence as narrative nutrition?


Nigel Andrews

Endurance yarns are the opposite. They hate to quit due to the fact the grass is often bloodier . . .  The next bear, the subsequent storm, the next pack of howling natives. Leonardo DiCaprio plays a semi-fictionalised version of Hugh Glass, a Midwest trapper who survived against close to-not possible odds in the 1820s, living to stalk — in the film’s telling — the fellow trapper (Tom Hardy) who leaves him for dead, realizing him still alive. Half-burying his parlously wounded pal, Hardy’s character requires off following the bounty bonanza promised by his leader for overtime vigil.

DiCaprio’s Glass barely lives via a grizzly’s mauling — so graphic and prolonged it tears strips from your sangfroid — just before he is cascading down wintry falls, chewing live fish, disembowelling a horse . . .  The feats of this icicled Hercules, initially gripping, go on and on, varied by scenes with a likelihood-met Native American (Duane Howard) whose solitary function, we swiftly and rightly suspect, is to be a healer-mentor. He’s a one particular-trick Pawnee: the ancestral cliché of the holistic primitive.

Filmmaker Alejandro G. Iñárritu, whose Birdman suggested he had come down from the inflated pomposities of Babel and Biutiful, has relearned vatic vacuity. For The Revenant’s scenery-besottedness — one cause of its extended-windedness — we can not wholly blame him. The locations and cinematography are wow-inducing. British Columbia in all weathers (playing the US Midwest) is lensed by Emmanuel Lubezki as if he had gorged on the comprehensive operates of JMW Turner and CD Friedrich. Molten stormscapes soaring crags sunsets so piercing they nearly carry out laser eye surgery.

Scenically we do not begrudge the 156 minutes. It is significantly that they’re baggy and repetitive. And DiCaprio’s efficiency — gluttonous in its stunt-seeking if honourable in its feelings — is a heart, body and soul assault, barely disguised, on the Greatest Actor Oscar. Give him the damn thing, we practically really feel by the close, and let’s move on.

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