DALLAS BUYERS CLUB
Dallas Buyers Club, for me, is an exercise in that which is
unlikely.
A redneck homophobe becomes a champion of (mostly)
homosexual AIDS sufferers and takes on as his co-crusader a transsexual whom he
would have more likely beaten to death than fought with for life.
An actor known for such cinematic gems as How to Lose a Guy
in 10 Days and Ghosts of Girlfriends Past offers a performance that actually
makes you believe the transition.
Ron Woodruff
is a sleazy man’s hero.
Such is the improbable nature of “Buyers”.
More likely – Jared Leto reminds us why he should spend less
time on that damn band of his making vapid videos and more time keeping his (purposefully emaciated) ass focused on
great roles. If McConaughey approaches
seamless for the first time in his career, Leto shows him how it’s done.
Some complaints – the film is sometimes rushed, which, given
the rather prolonged entries this Oscar season, might be a welcome flaw. We
move from bull ropin’, whore banging rodeo boy in denial to caped crusader
rather rapidly. At times, too, Woodruff’s bravado is a bit forced. Plus, I
never buy a second of the Jennifer Garner arc. Argo F yourself, Jenn.
This movie really is about the boys – McConaughey and Leto. By
any standard, they deserve the kudos and thus deliver the film.
I forgot to mention that high-pitched whine sound that you would hear before he blacked out--- Drove. Me. Nuts.
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