Monday, June 25, 2012

Monday Review by Margie: 127 Hours (2010)

Margie Cracken is a guest blogger for, her style & taste are not typical to the Film Blog Community. You can read more about Margie here.
James Franco, 127 Hours
I really was interested in watching a feel good movie this week. You know the type that just warms your heart, something along the lines of Pollyanna. I love the way Halley Mills is able to transform the town with her gentleness and goodness.

I hadn't decided on the film for this weeks review, but I saw RC post the other day about someone who watched a film that inspired them to have a baby. That film was 127 Hours.

If this film is inspiring someone to have a baby, I thought this might be the heart warming treat I was looking for, although I promise you I am in no way interested in having a baby. I love my adult son, but I'm too old to go down that path again.

I tried to joke with the video store guy and I asked him, "Will this film make me want to have a baby?" And he looked at me like I was a crazy old lady.

Then I put the DVD in at my house and you can imagine my shock when I start watching this film. I wanted to give it a chance, but for some reason from the start I was skeptical. I don't know how a typical movie reviewer would describe what was happening, but the music just did not match the movie. Also sometimes you would watch one thing, and then the clip would change and it would be something else completely different. It was very distracting.

Now I must admit, the landscape in that valley of Utah was beautiful. I've never been to Utah, but it reminded me of a Georgia O'Keefe painting. And I like some of Georgia O'Keefe's paintings, although sometimes she paints animal skulls. I always imagine that if you were doing some home decorating, there is no room of the house where you would hang a print of an O'Keefe skull in the desert. It's distasteful anywhere. Although those flower pictures can be delightful.

Now that I write this, I think that the same people who like the O'Keefe skull paintings probably would also like this film - it's all brown, desolate, and ultimately has this gruesome violent moment that is also distasteful.

I understand that this is a true-story and James Franco's character, Aron Rolston's story is true. I don't want to be the type of person to judge anyone's decisions and choices. In fact, if I were to read Rolston's story in the morning paper I think I would find his story to be absolutely fascinating.

Yet, this is where Hollywood has really missed the boat. I can read the story about how he had hullicinations and did some awful things to save his life. But to see it in film, now that is pushing the limits far too far. Not to mention (I hate to even mention it here but I feel you must be warned) but there is a part of the film where they show the guy drinking his own urination. And to think, some people bought tickets to watch these awful scenes, and surely they did not have warning.

So, I'm not sure how this film could inspire you to do anything, other than remember to tell your mother where you are going.

To the man who said this film inspired him to have a baby, he must of have seen something in this film that I completely missed.  But certainly, congratulations on the birth of your son, although I don't think this film has the power to create a baby boom like there was after World War II. More likely it will motivate you to bring more water on your hiking and camping trips.

I need to find something better to watch next week. Anything would be better.

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