Russell Crowe has never been a favorite of mine, but damn it if he didn’t prove just how fantastic an actor he is in this movie.
I mean, of course this movie won Best Picture and Best Director and all of that. It was magnificent. Even the cheesy parts, like the old people makeup and the sentimental moments and the hallucinations and sparkly number things, weren’t cheesy at all.
Besides being obviously (though reluctantly) impressed with Russell Crowe, who transformed himself into a bumbling, fidgety, incredibly sick man, I was also touched by Jennifer Connelly’s performance. I’m normally sort of oblivious to her in movies, because she plays the same exact victimized wife in every movie I’ve ever seen her in, but this time, she had to dig deeper. I’m pretty sure all her other previous movie husbands were cheaters, but John Nash was the exact opposite. He loved her dearly, but he was controlled by a sickness that put him in an incredibly unfortunate position. Imagine, being plagued by something that you think is a conspiracy! That’s just too sad.
I read up on the real story of Nash, how he and his wife divorced but remarried in 2001, when they were really old. That’s so cute, I can’t even handle it. I wonder what it must be like, though, to see your story on screen. To see an actor re-imagine you at your best and your worst. Perhaps that’s why true stories—when done right—make the best movies.
Of course I recommend this movie. It’s feel-good, but it’s not without emotional turmoil. It also makes you count your blessings, and again, not in a cheesy way. You become thankful that you don’t imagine people that aren’t there, you become thankful that you’re not burdened with such a talented, complex mind, and you become thankful for Hollywood, for telling cool stories like this one with such pizzazz.