Jacques Audiard's Rust and Bone opens tonight at The Belcourt. In January, Scene editor Jim Ridley, a fan of the movie, questioned whether Marion Cotillard was robbed of an Oscar nod.
An excerpt:
Stop me if you've seen this before: A woman suffers a devastating injury, struggles with subsequent depression, and mopes in misery until a hunky new love teaches her to live again. If you're avoiding Jacques Audiard's Rust and Bone for precisely that reason, don't: The director of A Prophet and the underrated James Toback reworking The Beat That My Heart Skipped has a pulpy sensibility that wards off maudlin movie-of-the-week sleeve-tugging. What could have been a triumph-over-adversity weepie becomes a raw, bluntly erotic character study of two damaged people: a broke single dad turned underground boxer (Matthias Schoenaerts, in a star-making role) and a killer-whale trainer (Marion Cotillard) left a double amputee after an accident at Marineland.
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