Alright. Let me start by saying that there is no doubt in my mind that this is one of the most powerful, poignant, important films of our time. It points to the truth of the “new” human condition, the monstrous nature of humanity, when humanity is dehumanized to such an extent that it views itself of worthy of pain.
I know, deep stuff...but frankly, if you watch this film, and you don’t start looking...not only inside, but around you, and ask yourself, “why”, then you have not experienced pain.
I found that this film made me look inward, and provided me with a full range of emotions that I wanted to experience when I chose to watch this movie.
Ok...all that good shit aside, lets talk movie.
As a movie goes, it was telegraphed. From the opening sequence, to the anticlimactic “american history X” non-hollywood ending. You watch as this, lovable, and obviously pained woman navigates this extremely hostile environment. For a really good amount of this film, I felt like I was watching a solder tip toe through a live mine field...and that is what i am suppose to feel. The non stop beating that we watch this poor girl endure becomes almost too much, and the under dog complex almost over takes the power of the story. I found I wanted a bubble gum moment, to cut through the agony.
Understand this; I am not a fan of manufactured, Hollywood, foil wrapped, moments. I like gritty, raw, piss and vinegar film moments...the curbing scene in American History X...the horrific rape sequence in the remake of “the last house on the left”...even the mind fucking father son scene in “Happiness”....I jerk off instead...ewwwwwwww c-r-e-e-p-y. This movie has this effect in spades...but, and excuse my french...it was a bit too much. All the circumstances that are created in this film lead to this girl living an absolute shit life...give’er a break...not just a mutually sympathetic rag tag class room of “hookers with hearts of gold”. Or the social worker who cares too much, or the teacher, that sees all the potential, and magically is independently wealthy, open minded, and has an over abundance of time...in order to focus on the “less fortunate inner city youths”. This is the problem with Precious as a film...it is a pain fest.
The reason for this film...PERFORMANCES! Fuck the story...the acting was mind blowing. Let me move past the lead, and focus on the support. Mo’Nique...I never thought I could hate a character as much as I hated Nurse Ratched (One flew over the cuckoos nest), but I hadn’t met Mary Jones. She was vicious, and destructive. Evil and monstrous. There is nothing that you can say that would ever over take the horrific nature of this character. A testament to a truly gifted performance...and frankly...if Robin Williams wins for Good Will Hunting...the fuck’em...Mo’Nique wins for Precious.
And too Gabourey Sibide...fucking eh right. There is nothing to say...this was a part that was clearly written for this girl. She is Claireece Precious Jones...and if i had read the book (which...after watching this film...I will) I think that this would be the girl I saw. Everything this girl did in this film was magic.
In closing...see it for the performances...but get your pain helmet on, cause your brain is going to hurt...and if it doesn’t...you are a fucking robot...sick and twisted robot...go home Nicohol Kidman.
Precious...great for humans...bad for robots and Nicohol Kidman.
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