This film stands out merely because of it's performances.Both Steve Carell and Channing Tatum are out of their elements and they both shine. Other than that I felt like there was more of this film that got lost somewhere.
This is one of three movies (if my memory is not mistaken) that I am rating on mubi without watching 'till the end. Was unable to. Steve Carrel is unsettling. I have no idea if the real person is like that and the portrayal was pure genius, but it was getting on my nerves. And the atmosphere, the narrative, everything about the movie seemed so dull and pointless. Sorrry, so sorry for saying it wihtout seing the end.
It takes its time, allowing you to look and study each character's expressions and reactions. Steve Carrel was positively creepy and enigmatic as John du Pont. Was there any sort of attraction towards Schultz, or was he just looking for an honest friendship? A son? The relationship with his mother was also interesting... I wish Vanessa Redgrave would have had some more material to work with.
The lunatic is on the mat. Foxcatcher successfully evokes an atmosphere of schizoid dissociation intended to mimic the (presumed, apparent) mental state of its manor-born madman. Ruffalo serves as our baffled human stand-in, ready-made for audience identification -- but because he's also as buyable as we are, he's complicit, from a position of weakness, in Du Pont's cracked craving for glory.
A tedious creep-fest that doesn't amount much to anything safe from some really vague commentary about egotism. Mark Schultz is reduced to a muttering half-wit while Du Pont is portrayed as a predatory creep with some serious mommy issues. Ruffalo and Tatum turn in adequate enough performances but the rumours of Carrel's tour de force acting are greatly exaggerated. They merely put some good makeup on his face.
A strangely cold and emotionally vacant take on the foxcatcher tale that despite strong performances fails to engage on an emotional level. Stunt casting of Carrell is interesting and he tries to act beyond his prosthetic nose sometimes with affect. Better is the strong casting of the brothers enacted by Channing Tatum and Mark Ruffalo who are both exceptional here. Cinematography is aces. '..call me golden eagle'
A sophisticated exhibition of quintessentially American disorders, not proscriptive, no fill-in-the-balnk expalin-it-away psychologization, nothing like a coherent social critique. I like how it suggests that the rise to the top is already so depressing that the comedown that never actually comes is beside the point. If you are sick w/ toxic American life, success and money are not the antidote.
There are approximately thirty two thousand stories about childish, sociopathic, megalomaniac, rotten American plutocrats who destroy everything they touch. As many as the plutocrats themselves. This is one of them. There will be more. After all, America's mythology is founded on (and funded by) neoliberalism.