Yesterday was my last-ditch effort to see films before the Academy handed out their awards. I had tried to see foreign film contender Timbuktu on Saturday, but it was sold out! Everyone had the same idea, I guess, because 6 of the movies showing at the Shattuck were sold out. And of course I waited in line for 15 minutes before I found out that it was sold out. Grrr.
So Sunday afternoon I went across town 15 minutes early to the only theater still showing Foxcatcher. There were plenty of seats.
I was disappointed. The acting was good, but there were gaps in the story, and I felt it was poorly edited.
In addition, it was never clear to me why events happened as they did. Perhaps it’s because it was based on a true story, and the writers didn’t actually know all the facts and motives, since two of the main characters are no longer living. But wrestling scenes were longer than they needed to be, taking up valuable time that could have been spent on character development or plot. The film was a full two hours long, which was at least 20 minutes too long in my opinion.
I have to give props to the makeup people, though. Steve Carell was almost unrecognizable as crazy chemical heir John DuPont. Close-up shots on his face never revealed any tell-tale seams, yet DuPont’s schnoz is nothing like the nose that belongs to actor Steve Carell.
It’s a sad story that did pique my curiosity, but I can’t recommend the movie. Maybe I should find the book it was based on…