Dallas Buyers Club Could've Used More Hollywood
Here's another of the "small, quality" films up for an Oscar that, like Her, is really not that great. Dallas Buyers Club has many things to admire, but I'm pretty sure its nomination and ecstatic reviews have more to do with its "worthiness" than its actual effectiveness as a motion picture.
The movie is based on the true story of Texas bad boy Ron Woodroof. According to the picture, Woodroof, a gambler, druggie and rodeo rider, contracted AIDS from his wild heterosexual lifestyle back in 1985, when the epidemic was just going public in a big way. Frustrated with government's incompetence in dealing with the new health crisis, he became a smuggler of experimental drugs. Along the way, as Homer Simpson might say, he learned an important lesson about tolerating the gay people who were dying all around him. (There's apparently some evidence Woodroof was actually bisexual and that the movie's homophobe-to-gay-liker story is bogus, but I'm just writing about the movie I saw.)
Matthew McConaughey does his usual fine job with the lead. Jared Leto is nominated for a supporting Academy Award for playing a gay transvestite heroin addict and he deserves to win. I know this sort of role is meat and drink to actors (it's a lot harder to play a vanilla accountant and make it sing), but Leto just kills it, winning your heart the second he comes on screen with the character's kindness, intelligence and vulnerability.