Skip to main content

Tyrannosaur



Wow! Just wow! This is one of the most amazing pieces of cinema I have seen.

Tyrannosaur is Paddy Considine directorial debut and I really hope the first of many outstanding films from this actor-turned-director. Dealing with subject matter that is uncomfortable and cringe inducing it takes a very human story and makes it something that is beautiful to behold. At times this film was so hard to watch and I can't count the number of times my hand flew to my mouth to stifle a gasp. Despite the brutality of the subject matter the two leads managed to portray two beautifully fragile human beings who the audience could really care about and the interactions between them while being so real managed to avoid the ridiculous stereotypes we often see in these types of films.

This film made me cry, made my heart break and then filled it back up again with hope. It made me so pleased that there are people in the world brave enough to tell stories that don't have happy endings where everyone lives happily ever after and so pleased that I had the opportunity to experience it.

After the film finished I was so moved that the first thing I did was find the Revelation Film Festival Program Director Jack Sargeant and hug him and thank him for choosing this film (I don't think he really knew what had hit him!!).

Unfortunately there are no more chances to see this film at Rev but I recommend that you seek this film out and watch it. Plus there's also plenty more movies to see at Rev before it all winds up on Sunday so get down to the Astor, it may just be the best thing you ever did!!

Labels

Labels:

Comments

  1. Anonymous19 July 2011 at 12:14

    "Unfortunately there are no more chances to see this film at Rev..."

    Extinct, so to speak. Ol' Rexxy doesn't get enough credit these days; it's all about Spinosaurus now :(

    Personally i can't get enough of Giganotosaurus. That name just rolls off the tongue!

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Thanks for taking the time to comment!

Popular posts from this blog

How to do all the things

I am so tired of people telling other people how to do any and all of the things. What words you can say if you're over 30, what music to like, what movies are ok to admit you enjoy, how you should be using your phone, facebook, instagram, twitter, toothbrush, kitchen sink, how you should live your life, spend more time being in the moment, not be on antisocial social media, what you should and shouldn't feel good or bad about, how people should or shouldn't be parents, women, men, feminists, activist, human beings. It just goes on and on. Here's an idea. If you don't like the way I do things or the words I say you have two choices. If you genuinely like me then you can choose to put up with the things about me that don't mesh 100% with the way you live your life (as I do with many of the people I love when it's not a deal breaker like racism or violence) or you can remove me from your facebook, twitter, instagram, life. That's it. Those are your two o...
Post a Comment
Read more

Week One... Or Should I Say Week Two Thousand One Hundred and Seventy Nine...

 That's how many weeks I have been alive (give or take a couple of days). Two thousand one hundred and seventy-nine. Yet here I am still fighting the same fights I have always fought. Self-image, self-acceptance, unrelenting standards, imposter syndrome.  Once again I find myself in a body that feels uncomfortable and unhealthy. It crept up on me slowly and suddenly all at the same time. I still barely eat any refined sugar. I turn down the lollies and cakes and doughnuts at work. It's not even a struggle, I no longer enjoy the way sugar makes my body feel. But my old nemesis, potato chips, remains undefeated. I eat potato chips to fill the emptiness in my soul. To feel as miserable physically as I do mentally or emotionally. To get comfort from an association with my childhood. It is the struggle I can't overcome. The war I can't win. So after months of trying on my own to no avail, months of the scales not budging, I have signed up for a healthy eating plan. I'm n...
2 comments
Read more

Waiting

I am sitting in the hospital waiting. I suppose I am waiting for the hand of death to touch my cousin and end the pain she is in. She is getting worse and she keeps suffocating. She told her sister yesterday that her worst fear was dying and not being able to breathe, I can only imagine how horrifying it must be for her. Everyone seems to be getting ready for the end. There is lots of spontaneous declarations of how much this sucks. We have just heard that she has said she doesn't want to do it any more. It can't be long now. What a thing to be waiting for. I feel so small and helpless and inadequate. I wish there's was something I could do. There is a group standing in the hallway. Like they are lining up for some kind of attraction at the fair. I wish they would all sit down. There are periods of idle chatter and then suddenly everyone feels quietly like the weight is too much to bear. It is one of the most horrible experiences I have ever had. As the sun is going down th...
2 comments
Read more