“The life of man is one of continual fear, danger of violent death, and is solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.” Philosopher Thomas Hobbes said that; I tweaked it. Little did Hobbes know that his famous phrase would become a precognitive, one-sentence film-review for a moving picture made 365 years into his future, called “The Revenant.”
Oh yes. Based on a true story, it’s a masterpiece of suffering; it’s Robert Redford’s “Jeremiah Johnson” on steroids—a massive, muck-crawling, muddy-bearded, raw-meat-strewn, morose mess of hypothermic hatchet-versus-knife-fighting, flintlock-swinging, ursine destruction, and wheezing-grunting-snarling madness—wherein Leonardo DiCaprio’s Hugh Glass displays for our “entertainment” the Hobbesian creed to perfection. If DiCaprio is ever going to win the statuette, this is his best shot at it.
‘Revenant’ Means Zombie, Sort Of
A ‘Revenant’ is a “a person who returns from the dead.” DiCaprio, as mentioned, plays real-life frontiersman Hugh Glass, a navigator for a crew of hunter-trappers up in the uncharted, 1820s Dakotas, which was very much then (as the military still calls enemy territory to this day), Indian country.We meet the trappers stalking elk, in a brilliant location—choice of gurgling thaw-water flooded trees, where birdsong, elk—call, and expert camera moves put us smack in the wilderness among them.
Suddenly someone gets a vicious arrow through the neck, all heck breaks loose, and valuable 30-pelt bundles are jettisoned as the fur trappers hightail it to their riverboat.
Later on, back on dry land, Glass manages to get on the wrong side of a cower-in-your-seat, never-seen-the-like-of-it-before, grizzly smack-down, wherein said bear gnaws and claws Glass with extreme prejudice.
Survival Nightmare
Glass wakes up, half-dead, half-buried, son frozen like an icicle, and sets out crawling, clawing, and hauling his mangled body through ice and snow, up mountains, over tundra, escaping native tribesman by kayaking freezing rapids sans kayak, plunging over incredible falls, nibbling dead grass, gnawing desiccated elk bones, fish-eating like Gollum, and exploding gun-powder on his sucking neck wound, to cauterize it. Brrrrr!! Woo-hoo! That’s good stuff!Want some more? Chased by another tribe, on horseback, he runs his horse off a cliff by mistake, lands in a pine tree, and has to gut his dead steed and crawl inside it to avoid freezing. True story! Wow.
And throughout the wince-fest of his ordeal, we cut to a variety of storylines: native warriors searching for a daughter named Pawatqa abducted for purposes of rape (by French-Canadian trappers), and flashbacks to Glass’s beautiful Pawnee wife before she was slaughtered. There’s just no joy to be found anywhere!
A Muted Gorgeousness
Iñárritu just won an Oscar for the highly original “Birdman.” He might just win another for this highly original death-dance. Because while not exactly fun, or a “good time,” it’s definitely a riveting learning experience—three hours fly by. It’s great storytelling.One of the reasons it’s riveting is that cinematographer Emmanuel Lubezki’s signature photography, along with Iñárritu’s insistence on natural lighting, put you right in the action—and then backs off for nature shots of stunning, subdued beauty.
The muted raw siennas, ochres, and burnt umbers of the wintry American north, the tide-pool ripple patterns, birdsong, and breathtaking striated snowcapped Bighorn mountains, nudge us in the direction of taking the artistry of a divine creator to be a self-evident truth.
Iñárritu’s artistry itself rivets—he often captures DiCaprio’s blue eyes in a state of primal, animal ferocity that’s variously wolf-like, eagle-like, and tiger-like, reminding us that under extreme duress, humans are awesomely dangerous predators.
Ultimately Lubezki’s nature photography has the same effect here as his work in Terrence Malick’s “The Tree of Life” in that it allows our pitiful, human hectic mud-crawling to be put in proper perspective—minute occurrences—crawling within the vastness and serenity of the cosmos.
“Revenant” has that rare, ethereal, magnetic, cinematic quality: a tangible atmosphere. It’s like watching some of the atmosphere—laden northern tundra displays at New York’s Museum of Natural History that feature bison, grizzlies, and timber wolves—come to life.
A Visceral Thespianism
The actors performances are all seriously intense. Hardy’s Fitzgerald, a new addition to Hardy’s stable of characters who have an unblinking, wide-eyed stare of great fixity, is a scary customer, because he’s a little bit funny (and maybe slightly over the top, acting-wise), and you can relate to his sense of his exasperation and desperation. When Gleeson’s character declares, “I’m taking you back for murder!” Fitzgerald responds, “I ain’t crazy about your plan.”
Movie-Making Misery
Apparently the shoot itself was a nightmarish, forbearance marathon. Some say more CGI and less real-life actor-suffering could have saved money. Kim Masters of the Hollywood Reporter reports Iñárritu as saying, “That’s exactly what I didn’t want. If we ended up in green-screen with coffee and everybody having a good time, everybody will be happy, but most likely the film would be a piece of (expletive omitted).”DiCaprio is quoted as saying, “I can name 30 or 40 sequences that were some of the most difficult things I’ve ever had to do. Whether it’s going in and out of frozen rivers, or sleeping in animal carcasses, or what I ate on set. [I was] enduring freezing cold and possible hypothermia constantly.”
Moral?
Why should you watch this particular story? Well, first off, if you’re not an Alaskan bush pilot—you won’t. However, if you’re a normal person and you do go, you'll appreciate for many days after how easy we all have it in the modern age with our endless conveniences.Leonardo DiCaprio said the endless hardship changed him profoundly. The law underlying the theatrical arts is that whatever the actor experiences subconsciously affects the audience. It will change them. DiCaprio, Hardy, et al, have done some extremely hard work for us. If they changed inwardly—so will you.
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