Underrated Film Obsession: Rust and Bone


You know that feeling when you watch a movie and you think Wow! That was really good. One of the best things I’ve seen in a while. But then time goes by and you forget about this movie, probably never watching it again or for that matter, you do not even think that much about it a few days after leaving the theatre. This is where the briefly good movie is separated from the life changing incredible one. You know, the one that hits home, while you are sleeping, eating, hanging out with friends, or procrastinating from school work on various food porn websites. It is as though there is something assembling inside of you, some weird emotion or revelation that may surface at any moment, or not at all.
Now, where am I going with this. Well, I first saw Jacques Audiard’s film De Rouille et d’Os, or translated into English as Rust and Bone, a year ago in France when it was released during the Cannes Film Festival and it hit some foreign chord inside my body, resonating something fierce, something unexplainable. I left the theatre feeling two things: One, I was proud of myself for watching and understanding a French film sans subtitles, and two I just could not get over the hurt dwelling in my heart, the uncomfortable pressure, the jagged pain, like someone had a little ice pick and was chipping away with ease just because they could. This went for days on end. I came back to Canada three weeks later after backpacking around Europe and still, it was this movie, out of all the incredible things I had experienced and seen that was chip, chip, chipping away. I could not get it out of my head as it had essentially tattooed its poetic language, narrative, and visuals on my black heart. If I did not have some deep nostalgic attachment to The Shawshank Redemption, this film would kick its ass to the curb as my favourite cinematic experience. For now, it will knock The English Patient off its throne as my top romance film, that is well, way more than your casual mushy nausea inducing cheap love that is ubiquitous in that industry. This means that YES GUYS CAN WATCH IT TOO without accelerating their male patterned baldness. Who would have thought?


Okay, so back to the point of this rant and praise about Rust and Bone. I have re-watched it a few times this week and I just kept thinking how I would love to actually be productive, but it is clogging my thoughts, literally prohibiting my ability to write extensive essays (or maybe this is just a good excuse…you decide). I want to talk to people about it, but none of my friends have seen it, which rattles me. It has gotten to the point where I want to make a public declaration of love from every rooftop in the city until my voice has exhausted this topic. I could not think of how to get people to take an interest in this extremely underrated film (even though Marion Cotillard was nominated for a Golden Globe for her performance), then I remembered RIGHT! I have a blog, you know that thing you should write in sometimes to remind people you still exist and have a passion for the cinema. Thus, here I am, virtually declaring my love for a film that, in my humble opinion, should have won Best Picture at the Oscars, and the fact that it was not even nominated for Best Foreign Film is bewildering. Honestly, watch it and let me know, Rust and Bone or…Argo? Yeah. It really will be an easy decision. Sorry, but not sorry, Ben.


I do not even want to ruin it by going into detail about the narrative, you can go to Wikipedia, Rotten Tomatoes, or IMDb for that. I’m just here to slap you in the face with my opinion and then you can do with it what you will. If you loathe the movie, well, that is like hating puppies, cinnamon buns, AND Christmas presents. Please, go love this movie. Experience something real instead of the cheap Hollywood garbage we all frequently waste our hard-earned (or parents) money on. This is worth it. To get you intrigued, watch the trailer, which has no dialogue and relies heavily on M83’s powerful song “My Tears Are Becoming A Sea,” to bait and hook you. Seriously, I have the emotional depth of a teaspoon and I want to cry every time I hear this song. Plus, there are some incredible Bon Iver tunes in the film, which (warning) will drag your heart through the mud, in a good way (yes, it is possible).



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