Last night we watched The Power of the Dog, which has a lot of Oscar hype. It did indeed have some great performances, fine direction (Jane Campion), gorgeous cinematography, and an excellent score. The film is set in Montana 1923, following two brothers who run a prosperous cattle ranch, one of whom, George (an understated performance by Jesse Plemons), marries a widow with a young adult son. The single brother, Phil (exquisitely performed by Benedict Cumberbatch), is a study in repression and tortured masculinity, with strong ideas of what it means to be a man, and an ever-present reverence for a long-gone mentor named Bronco Henry (visually represented by Henry’s empty saddle). Phil is intimidating to George’s new wife Rose (evocatively portrayed by Kirsten Dunst) and to her effeminate son Peter, and drives Rose to drink. The film follows this character tension amidst beautiful scenes of cowboy / ranch life in the very photogenic Montana hills. It’s a shame we saw this at home, as it really deserves the big screen. It is vividly filmed, and you almost feel the wind, taste the dust, and smell the cattle. The time, place, and feel are reminiscent of Brokeback Mountain (and geographically these characters could well have run into Jack and Ennis), but there’s little romance to be found here. If you were looking for an action-packed western, this is not your film, but if you appreciate tight character studies, this is more that. As far as action, relatively little actually happens in this slow-developing story, which is carried by the great performances, beautiful scenery, and score. To be honest, even three-quarters of the way through, I could have easily turned it off. And yet I am glad that I stuck with it to the unexpected end, and it stayed with me, making me think about it.
Saturday, January 22, 2022
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