Last night, we saw the movie The Machinist on DVD. This is a very disturbing movie about a machine shop worker, Trevor Reznik, who hasn't slept in a year and is literally wasting away. He finds himself in the middle of a horrific incident which is due to what might or might not be a hallucination. What's going on? That's for the viewer and our skeletal protagonist to untangle.
The title role is played by Christian Bale, of the American Psycho, Reign of Fire and most recently, Batman Begins (which I haven't seen, but am really interested in checking out) fame, who actually loses an obscene amount of weight to lend a very effective sense of veritas to the role. Now, the name "Christian Bale" still might not ring a bell because he's not (yet and hopefully never will be) a "star." He's a fantastic actor who gives a dark and haunting performance as the distraught walking collection of bones who is trying to make sense of things in a reality that keeps shifting. In some respects, Trevor's persona reminds me of Guy Pearce's amnesiac in Memento: both looking for a truth that lies just beyond the periphery of their perception and both are trying to cope with a reality that seems to be conspiring against them.
The atmosphere of the movie, too, draws the viewer into the worker's nightmare - gritty, harsh, distorted, run-down, yet at times reminiscent of a sweeter, more benign (albeit fictional) past. The entire movie is fraught with violence and menace, yet what you actually see isn't that graphic. Very effective.
If you're in the mood for something weightier than a romantic comedy and want to think a little bit, give this one a go.
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