When Travolta danced in his loincloth (under Stallone’s direction, too), it was vanity. When Moore shaved her head and did one-arm pushups, it was politics. With Jackman, it’s neither. Whether he’s cutting open his chest and feeling around for his heart, pretending to slice into the roof of a speeding train, or holding onto grating that overlooks a cliff, Jackman is giving us the camp of martyrdom.
July 26, 2013