Not a Review of The Grey
Reviews aren’t my forte, especially not of movies. So this isn’t a review.
Instead, it’s a challenge for those of you who’ve got the stomach for it. And an education for anyone trying to tell a story that will wrench your audience’s emotions.
Go see The Grey.
I’d wanted to see this movie ever since I saw this trailer:
Then, a friend (none other than writer, film aficionado, and all-around attractive person Brian O’Rourke) mentioned that it’s an “existential action flick” and I was completely sold.
Not to mention it’s got Liam Neeson in it, which, you know, gives any movie an extra thousand points on my kick-ass-o-meter.
We saw The Grey at 10 am last Saturday.
I’m still recovering.
This movie is intense, folks. The performances are stellar by the entire cast and Liam Neeson absolutely shreds your heart as Ottway. The scenes are beautiful and painful, the action and emotions brutal in a way that made both me and Brian comment on how we felt shaken, perhaps even a little ill, by the stress of this movie.
And from a storyteller’s point of view, it’s a wonder. The dialog is fairly sparse, but the director, Joe Carnahan, gets us to feel every ounce of terror and love and despair and anger—and it’s all done through the interactions of a few tough guys and a snarling wolf or two.
I’ll not lie: I don’t think it’s an easy movie to watch. But it was a fantastic, thoughtful and thought-provoking piece of storytelling. And it’s easily made it into my top 5 favorite movies.
So go see The Grey. And if you can, I might suggest planning to spend the afternoon in the sunshine after you do.