Bennett Miller's Rasslin' Film Foxcatcher

I thought Mark was great. What a tender ass dude... so vulnerable... I couldn't even take how raw he was sometimes.

I love when boy band Mark is like "what troubles you my liege..." as he lounges at the feet of Carell doing his regal Lou Pearlman thing. I've been thinking about that all day and cracking up.

This movie touched you in the head, huh.

I agree that the mommy issue stuff isn't good. Probably the only thing I didn't like along with some of the music cues. Although the scene when he does the phoney coaching for her benefit alone I enjoyed for the same reason all of the stupid involved with his having a documentary crew chronicle how great he is is good.

all the *stuff involved.

thought this suffered from a common biopic prob of not really enough conflict, and also some odd choices of what & how to tell the story;

id prob rather of seen a documentary on this tho esp cuz idk several scenes felt kinda too constructed - thinking of ruffalo struggling in the interview to say dupont's his mentor & du pont near the end intruding on dave and his fam in the general's coat

@ least they got the cauliflower ears right

ruffalo was v good, dave is portrayed as maybe the nicest character ever captured in film and i buy it

few things give me greater pleasure than ILX laying into a film i hated. christ this was some morbidly tedious shit. how come Ruffalo suddenly changed his mind and came to the farm anyway? that was never explained. and they had long enough. take all the pauses and sighing and gazing into the distance out and it'd have been 35 minutes long.

also; seen the trailer? seen the film.

Ruffalo was good though.

Really liked this. Found it genuinely creepy, legitimately funny in places, and pretty sad.

I don't quite understand how people think the movie avoids repressed sexuality - it's hovering over every single one of Carell's scenes!

That New Yorker thing about 'what's missing from Foxcatcher is sex' is ridiculous - the whole (heavy handed, sure, fine) point is that Mark is a guy who spend all day with his face in other dudes' armpits and crotches or whatever and he is completely incapable of any real normal human contact.

how come Ruffalo suddenly changed his mind and came to the farm anyway?
I don't remember the specifics of how this plays out, but it follows Mark claiming Dave 'can't be bought' - cut to: Anybody can be bought. It also introduces some tension in the fact that you know Dave is probably getting way more money than Mark (who earlier says "I just thought of the highest number I could when he said 'name your price.')

i haven't read that the film avoids acknowledging repressed sexuality, in fact it's been charged with gay-baiting precisely for seeming to indicate that the main character is a homicidal closet case

ven before he developed delusions that he was being spied on by Nazis and that horses were sending him messages from Mars, there were signs that multimillionaire John Eleuthère du Pont was, at the very least, eccentric.
Touring his 880-acre Foxcatcher Farm in an armoured personnel carrier, he would describe seeing Disney characters looming out of the rain, or trees uprooting themselves and marching around the estate. He feared that intruders were hiding in the walls of his $4 million stately home, hired security contractors to check for secret tunnels under his floorboards, and had the balls on his billiard table checked for listening devices.

Hey, this would make quite a good movie instead of the boring, depressing pos I just watched.

"Even before..."

Never bothered with this. The Team Foxcatcher documentary that's on Netflix tells the undeniably crazy and sad story; per VG upthread, it's the 30 for 30 equivalent you'll want to watch instead.

totally! i did end up watching the 30 for 30... there's another doc too I think. i'm glad they exist as a counter to the movie

but yeah... the movie took a complicated story and boiled it down so much it didn't resemble much of anything except a deeply fictionalized story that Miller wanted to tell

... like Moneyball