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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!!
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  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!

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