I go to the movies quite
often, (a very sad amount some people would say) and I have found that
some things are typical to every cinema going experience. It’s typical
that in every theatre someone will have a cell phone ringing at an inopportune
moment. It’s typical that no matter where you sit, someone who has seen
the movie before will sit directly behind you, describing the upcoming
events ad nauseam to the unfortunate they brought with them. What isn’t
typical however is to have a movie capture your focus to the point where
all other film goers quirks melt away. Such is the calibre of A Beautiful
Mind.
A Beautiful Mind,
is the biopic of the brilliant mathematician John Forbes Nash, and his
equally amazing love Alicia. It chronicles his strive to find his “one
original idea”, how that fight brings him to madness, and how the strength
of his incredible wife brings him back to the real world.
Russell Crowe (Gladiator,
The
Silver Brumby) stars as John Nash, and after watching his Oscar nominated,
astounding performance I have two things to say:
1. All the safe bets on
Oscar night will be for this man to walk away with everything.
2. Crowe will only ever
encounter one problem in any future dramatic endeavours he will chose to
undertake; finding roles to keep up with him.
Crowe’s
given an honesty to this character, letting both the negative views, like
Nash’s level of arrogance shine through, but also infused him with a great
deal of charm. One of my favourite scenes in this film is after Nash’s
diagnosis of having schizophrenia is known to his colleagues, an uneasy
friend comes to see him. His friend attempts to sit down in the empty chair
opposite Nash, and, sensing his unease, Nash says, “Have you met my friend
Harvey?” His friend jumps back, and Nash replies with “Relax. What’s the
point of being crazy if you can’t have a little fun?”. I am constantly
disappointed by films that deal with mental illness by having the lead
actor flail his limbs and stutter, for the simple lack of an original method
of handling that sort of storyline. The only actor that has even come close
to Crowe’s performance in the hospital scenes is Jack Nicholson in One
Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest, and even he didn’t have the grace and style
that Crowe gives to Nash.
After watching Jennifer
Connelly’s (Requiem For a Dream, Inventing the Abbots) turn
in this film I have become convinced that this actresses beauty is eclipsed
only by her talent. In her Oscar nominated turn as Alicia Nash Connelly
gives the audience a glimpse of a woman with amazing strength. Even after
her brilliant husband’s diagnosis, even after taking on caring for their
child, and for him, she stands right beside him, unwavering. The most remarkable
thing about Connelly’s performance however, are the moments of genuine
humanity that she gives to Alicia. It would have been quite easy for this
character to turn into the mindless little woman. Not so here. When trying
to break through to her husband to show him that although he may be haunted
by delusions, the love she has for him is real, she shows her colossal
heart. When, in a moment of pure pent up frustration, she smashes a water
glass, and lets out a primal scream, you see the characters perfect flaws.
Connelly has created a portrait that she can be eternally proud of.
From the opening credits,
to Crowe’s final moments it seemed that there was nothing in the world,
save for myself, and the performers in this film. It seemed almost a shame
to have the lights come up on the audience, but as they did I couldn’t
help but overhear the conversation going on behind me. It seemed that a
family had come to see this movie together, and in between the mother’s
sniffles I heard her say, “That Russell guy is amazing. He’s all the more
gorgeous when you get to see how talented he is.”
I couldn’t agree more.
Jen
Johnston