A Short Cut Movie Review is normally less than 400 words, but in some cases may go slightly over. This is my attempt to keep writing about as many films as I see without getting bogged down with trying to find more to say. They are meant to be brief snapshots of my reaction to a movie without too much depth.
It’s a result of severely reduced expectations that Ron
Howard’s Rush managed to earn more
than a little critical praise last year. As an example of its kind – the race
car movie – it’s better than you might expect, but as an example of its kind
more broadly – the sports movie – it’s sorely lacking in inspiration and
spiritual uplift. The greatest sports movies draw their spectators in and make
them stand squarely behind the hero so firmly and with such emotional
investment that you can’t help but be overcome with emotion. I think of
examples like Rocky or Breaking Away. Alternatively, they set
up a tragic figure and become more a study of character and loss like in Raging Bull or Million Dollar Baby. Of the two protagonists in Rush – James hunt, the lothario playboy
played by Chris Hemsworth, and Niki Lauda, the cautious and meticulous champion
played by Daniel Brühl – neither one achieves either of those apotheoses
necessary for greatness of character.