The hourglass like poster for 127 Hours is a visually dazzling metaphor that conjures up the desperate race for time vs. Aron Ralston (James Franco) as he hangs in the balance of the reality of man – like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand. Still, it doesn’t hold a candle to Mel Gibson’s new movie poster for The Beaver.
Like Howard Hawks, director Danny Boyle likes to mix it up. Everything from junkies, viruses running amok, Indians, sun worshipping beach bums and astronauts – to a lone narcissistic biker/hiker who records his every thrill (except when he’s about to commit a Pee Wee Herman with his one remaining hand) eventually leading to the real climax of the movie when he cuts off his arm with a dull pocket knife. But as brilliantly shot and edited it is, not to mention Franco’s ability and charisma, I was not left feeling the pain of losing a limb, surviving and gaining humility and perspective, but rather wanting to punch the squeamish mouth breather sitting next to me. I hardly consider Aron married with a kid surviving! I’d prefer having my arm hacked off by a lightsaber like Luke Skywalker. With the guidance of Yoda, just look what he made of himself afterwards – a Jedi Master! Whereas Aron had Scooby fuckin’ Doo!