my post about Haruki Murakami's Dance Dance Dance I spoke of how I love stories that move somewhere, literally. Go on a journey, take a train, a swim, a flight. It's what I most enjoy in story. The idea of being stuck, in this case, in a canyon for ninety minutes or 127 hours sounds like torture. I'm the kind of guy that needs to get up from the dinner table once in a while, stretch my legs, step out the front door. I was a smoker for a reason.
That in mind, I wasn't rushing to 127 Hours, wouldn't have gone in fact were it not for the great reviews.
They're well deserved for two reasons. Namely: Danny Boyle and James Franco.
How do you turn a true story that most already know the climax and ending to and churn out something entertaining?
Just hope he doesn't go too far, too fast.
Boyle and Franco together is good, really good. Worth an in-theatre view. True. See you.