Jeremiah Johnson and The Revenant

There is nothing that appeals to me about being cold, wet, and sleeping on the ground.  If rugged individualism requires this kind of misery, count me out.  While I admire the skill and determination that is necessary to survive in harsh wilderness conditions, I am confounded as to why anyone would choose this life.  Therein lies my problem with the premises of both Jeremiah Johnson (1972) and The Revenant (2015)… what are these guys doing out there in the first place?  Jeremiah Johnson is a disfranchised veteran looking for a clean start, while Hugh Glass (central character in The Revenant) is a scout for a trapping expedition… both of these guys would have avoided much heartbreak and grief if only they would have invested in a good pair of long-johns and some bear repellent.

My inability to identify with the protagonists robs the films of any emotional effectiveness.  There are elements about both films that I genuinely appreciated, but I was constantly aware that “it’s just a movie” and my appreciation became purely technical.  Both films feature excellent cinematography, and the costumes and makeup contribute to the illusion that the characters are actually when and where the filmmakers purport them to be.  Since I just saw The Revenant last night, I will focus on its technical attributes:  The camerawork and choreography is distractingly amazing; the one-shot technique that was employed in last year’s Birdman (by the same director, Alejandro González Iñárritu) is used here with such virtuosity.  There are no constraints on Iñárritu’s camera.  Of course DiCaprio’s performance is exceptional, but its impact is negligible partly because we have come to expect greatness from him, and partly because the story is shallow.  Tom Hardy occupies the juiciest role; let me suggest that an antagonist in such miserable conditions doesn’t seem quite as evil as he would in civilization.

So if you’re looking for a fun time this weekend, go see The Force Awakens again.