The Grey

Never in the history of movies has a part been cast so perfectly. With every cell of his being, Liam Neeson embodies this great, Jack London archetype. Not for a moment do you doubt that this suicidal, poetry spewing oil-worker will gladly punch a giant wolf in the face. It’s uncanny how believable he is. The rest of the cast is also good, never shirking common sense, but vulnerable and trapped, they naturally lash out at each other in frustration. We were slightly baffled by the ending, as the screenplay doesn’t follow a traditional three-act structure and the conclusion seems abrupt. (We got lucky and stayed after the end credits.) Still, it’s two-thirds of a good movie that deserves a Nobel Prize in casting.