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How would you feel if you saw someone walking in the dream you had for yourself, holding the hand of the girl you had always dreamed to spend the rest of your life with, and he walks away with her into the future? And the last memory of her would be that longing back glance and wistful smile before she made her way? I guess life could have a funny way of spurning your story in ways you would not have imagined, leading you to marry the man who’s there at the right time when things are supposed to happen (provided he’s decently attractive), than the man whom you loved with all your heart at the wrong time.

I started listening to the film’s soundtrack on Spotify before watching it (City of Stars is playing in my head as I write this), and jazz never fails to move me with its poignancy and richness; its classic date night music that has the power to transport you away from the oxymoron of mundaneness and mayhem of modern life, giving you a touch of 1960s America, when people had the time to date properly, when a guy would bring you out for dinner and watch big band jazz. Ryan Gosling is ever so dapper in his Canadian slur and sleepy smile, and Emma Stone with her bug-eyed gaze has an interesting seductive charm I can’t really put my finger to. They make an amazing partnership onscreen. Personally, I love theatre. I can imagine the pain involved in the dream of making to Hollywood. It’s akin to some arrival into the promised land of milk and honey, where the line between success and failure is that thin, between living from paycheque to the next, wondering when would your next break would be. Or walking down glitter-studded red carpets and having cameras flashing in your face every so often, that you’re looking for a way to beat them like a fugitive.

I am aware that film plots are fictional and scriptwriters have a wonderful knack for giving life to stories, but I cannot help but pine for that kind of organic, unmechanical kind of romance that unfolds. No, not the Korean drama kind that involves some rich spoilt brat and a silly blur girl with the whole world at their disposal, but the kind of love that is open to whatever that comes, and lets go when it’s time to. It’s so beautiful to knowing that something could happen out of nothing because it was given the free space to bloom; nothing forced or overtly planned. Maybe it’s just a figment of my imagination, that’s why I like this film so much; there’s a punny play on the title as well. Perhaps how it all happened, or could have happened if things worked out, are in the realm of la la land.


The Revenant

The 88th Academy Awards ceremony is in two weeks time, and The Revenant roars ahead of the pack with 12 Oscar nominations.


Leonardo DiCaprio’s moment has finally come, after a slew of best actor nominations and close misses for the grand prize of Best Actor. His performance was nothing short of stunning, and I have since gained a new found respect for his finesse and dedication as a thespian. Braving the sub-zero temperatures while filming in the secluded woods of Calgary, eating raw bison liver (Still throbbing with a pulse when he sank his teeth into it) – not forgetting he is vegan, braving a grizzly bear attack (CGI but nonetheless convincing), getting buried alive and being swept along in the icy rapids, and forgoing trips to the barber for 18 months to attain that disheveled countenance.

Glass (left) and Fitzgerald (right)

He plays Hugo Glass, a fur hunter on a mission to hunt for pelts together with his contemporaries under command of Captain Andrew Henry. Along the way, Glass encounters a grizzly bear attack and is badly mauled and nearly dies. His party discovers him and decides to carry him on a makeshift stretcher while they tend to his wounds. Along the way, Fitzgerald sees Glass as a burden to their already arduous journey through the bitter cold and suggests killing him. However the rest protest as Glass is key in helping them find their way back to Fort Kiowa as he knows the way. More drama ensues when Fitzgerald kills Hawk, the son of Glass, when the former attempted to finish Glass off. Glass witnesses his son’s murder helplessly, and eventually gets abandoned by all his party, leaving him, still badly injured and immobile, to fend for himself. His hovering-at-the-verge-of death trip back to Fort Kiowa is an amazing testimony to the strength and the survival instinct of the human spirit. The unsettled score of vengeance for the death of his son drives him through the toughest times of inhumane conditions, but he eventually concedes that ‘vengeance belongs to the Creator’.  When Glass had the opportunity to plunge the blade into Fitzgerald during an arm-to-arm combat, he relented and let Fitzgerald off to the Native Indians for them to slaughter.

Amazing cinematography – The Revenant has a nomination in this Oscar category as well. Shot wholly with natural lighting, the crew and cast had to brave the perishing cold in completely secluded locations in Canada at odd timings to catch the correct light. Snow frosted on pine trees, mountains, and the actors’ beards alike. Many of the shots/takes had beautiful compositions – every frame was a work of art.  Breathtaking winter scenery of the Canadian Rockies, with a lone tiny figure (Glass) trudging away, set against the backdrop of a vast blanket of snow illuminated in twilight, underscores the majesty of nature and the enormity of the impossibility to find his way back.

Lone figure on a cold day

Glass out on a hunt to capture Fitzgerald who escaped from the outpost

Glass and his campfire

In particular, the depravity of human nature stood out in the plot, as depicted by the instinct to shed people who no longer served their purpose in the group (like how Fitzgerald wanted Glass dead as he was dragging the team down with his injuries). The clashes between the Native Americans and Glass’ camp at the first 10 minutes of the film reminded me of the wars and bloodshed that had speckled the history of civilization. While laws have been set in place for order, human-to-human clashes have evolved from physical means to sticky corporate jungle politics.

The Revenant instills steel into the human will to thrive, not just survive, in the fight of life. This ‘silver-spoon’ generation is relatively shielded from the storms their ancestors had endured, like abject famine and war. A film like this serves to put that message across. A life journey can be likened to maze, as along the way there would be battles to be fought and giants to be felled. The conscience is appeased when one can confidently say that he had fought the good fight, finished the race, and kept the faith till the end. Just like how our dear Leo did – on- and off-screen. The epic portrayal of Glass’ story and the eventual Oscar victory (I hope my predictions are right).

How can he not win after going through all this?