What a stuPENdous film this is! Really, really tremendous.
It starts in a way virtually every one of us would like to begin our day. After a night sleeping in his van out in the wilds, he bursts out the back on his mountain bike and rides for miles on that superb red-rock terrain of Canyonlands, Utah. Then he meets two girls and shows them a way to go swimming! He shows them the way to get to where they're going and goes off alone to traverse the Blue John system. As we all know, he falls down a seam and a rock falls on his arm trapping him and leaving no way out. You sympathise with him and really feel for his terrible predicament. Then an idea comes to him and, again, I'm giving nothing away, he cuts off his own arm. We're spared nothing in the graphic cutting, severing of nerves, arteries and veins and the hacking of bone. All warm, sensuous stuff as you might imagine! Oh, and drinking his own urine to eke out the diminishing liquid supply. That's good! You end up (or I certainly did) rooting for the plucky guy and wishing to escape the experience of seeing the impromptu amputation but you want to see him triumph regardless of the cost.
Danny Boyle; what a director! If only he could stop silly teenagers from whispering incessantly in the cinema and making people take note of the Orange ad to SWITCH OFF THAT BLOODY MOBILE! Other than those annoyances, yes, it was a magnificent fillum. Well recommended. Well, by me it is, anyway.
It starts in a way virtually every one of us would like to begin our day. After a night sleeping in his van out in the wilds, he bursts out the back on his mountain bike and rides for miles on that superb red-rock terrain of Canyonlands, Utah. Then he meets two girls and shows them a way to go swimming! He shows them the way to get to where they're going and goes off alone to traverse the Blue John system. As we all know, he falls down a seam and a rock falls on his arm trapping him and leaving no way out. You sympathise with him and really feel for his terrible predicament. Then an idea comes to him and, again, I'm giving nothing away, he cuts off his own arm. We're spared nothing in the graphic cutting, severing of nerves, arteries and veins and the hacking of bone. All warm, sensuous stuff as you might imagine! Oh, and drinking his own urine to eke out the diminishing liquid supply. That's good! You end up (or I certainly did) rooting for the plucky guy and wishing to escape the experience of seeing the impromptu amputation but you want to see him triumph regardless of the cost.
Danny Boyle; what a director! If only he could stop silly teenagers from whispering incessantly in the cinema and making people take note of the Orange ad to SWITCH OFF THAT BLOODY MOBILE! Other than those annoyances, yes, it was a magnificent fillum. Well recommended. Well, by me it is, anyway.
