In keeping with the whole list-of-five thing I have going on, I just added Tyrannosaur, and I’m already a) really excited and b) terrified that I’ll never be able to look at That Mitchell and Webb Look in the same way again. You’ll see why.
Watched: Tyrannosaur
Observations:
- As with pretty much any Paddy Considine picture, massive trigger warning on this film (though not on the stuff I’m going to write about it, so don’t worry).
- The music choices in here were brilliant. A few pieces scattered around, but mostly scored by silence. It makes what’s happening on-screen inescapable - and in a film with a considerable amount of violence, depicted in the harsh way it deserves, it can sometimes border on overwhelming.
- Olivia Colman is hard to watch - even at her darkest, she radiates humanity, and given the places this film goes the fact that it shines through is shattering.
- They really got the grim-up-North feel down. A lot of greys and greens, suburban streets and snarling aggression.
- That said, it wasn’t perfect. Parts are scripted clumsily, the pacing occasionally falls flat, and at times you question where it’s all going. But you end up with a fairly positive view of two very troubled people.
- Peter Mullan does rage perfectly.