Masters of the Universe

Director: Travis Knight
Starring: Nicholas Galitzine, Camila Mendes, Idris Elba, Jared Leto, Alison Brie, James Purefoy, Charlotte Riley, Morena Baccarin, Jóhannes Haukur Jóhannesson, Jon Xue Zhang, Sam C. Wilson, Sasheer Zamata, Christian Vunipola, Christiaan Bettridge, James Wilkinson, Kojo Attah, James Apps, Stephen Adentan, Kristen Wiig, Gary Martin, Tom Wilton, Artie Wilkinson-Hunt, Eire Farrell
Running Time: 140 min.
Rating: PG-13

**This Review Contains Plot Spoilers**

★★½ (out of ★★★★)     

The biggest challenge in making a new Masters of the Universe movie was always going to be finding the right tone. Either you fully commit to capturing the sense of silly fun that defined the 80's toy line and cartoon series or more seriously embrace the mystical fantasy elements as if it were a continuation of The Lord of the Rings trilogy. Obviously, there are significant drawbacks to either approach, with each potentially alienating different segments of the audience. It also helps explain why we haven't seen any live-action attempts at tackling this material since 1987's poorly received cult flop starring Dolph Lundgren and Frank Langella. 

Unlike Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles or G.I. Joe, Mattel's slightly older MOTU franchise only peaked for a few years in the early to mid 80's, and aside from Kevin Smith's recent Netflix Revelation series, hasn't reinvented itself since. So for those wondering who this updated He-Man movie is "supposed to be for," few candidates seem better suited to tackle it than Bumblebee director Travis Knight, who briefly resuscitated one ailing retro franchise when Transformers was down for the count. But in paying tribute to the original Filmation series and introducing this world to a new, younger generation of fans, Knight does something few could have guessed. He tries a little too hard, resulting in a film that's almost too clever and subversive for its own good, but still sort of fun.  

On the planet Eternia, a young Prince Adam is being trained for battle alongside his friend Teela's adoptive father and the king's Man-At-Arms, Duncan (Idris Elba). Weak and undersized, he progresses slowly as his parents King Randor (James Purefoy) and Queen Marlena (Charlotte Riley) worry about the future prospects of a son who can't even defend himself, much less their people. But when the evil, skull faced Skeletor (Jared Leto) attacks their city with right-hand woman Evil-Lyn (Alison Brie) by his side, Adam's parents are taken while Duncan's brutally injured by mercenary cyborg Trapjaw (Sam C. Wilson). Hoping to protect the young boy, Eternia's Sorceress (Morena Baccarin) sends Adam through a portal to Earth, entrusting him with the coveted Sword of Power, which he loses during his trip.

Fifteen years later, an adult Adam (Nicholas Galitzine) is living in Oklahoma with friend and roommate Hussein (Christian Vunipola). Now working in human resources, he clings to childhood memories of Eternia. having drawn sketches and come up with descriptively cartoonish nicknames for those he once knew, such as Fisto (Jóhannes Haukur Jóhannesson), Ram-Man (Jon Xue Zhang), Mekaneck (James Wilkinson) and Moss Man (Stephen Adentan). 

Though returning home is impossible without the sword, Adam receives a tip on its possible whereabouts, bringing him face-to-face with Skeletor's vicious Beast Man (Gary Martin). Rescued by Teela (Camila Mendes), Adam is taken back to an unrecognizably decaying Eternia decimated by Skeletor's rule. Now with the help of Teela, Duncan and the rest of the crew, he'll need to summon the power of Grayskull to vanquish Skeletor for good. 

Seeing that classic MGM lion logo replaced by the green, roaring Battle Cat makes it difficult for He-Man fans to not feel an optimistic rush when the opening chords of Brian May and Daniel Pemberton's chill inducing throwback theme, "Eternia" hits. To say it's all downhill from there is an overstatement, but it definitely qualifies as a mixed bag of hits and misses. 

Despite atrocious visual effects and CG backdrops that remain a distraction throughout, the film starts on a relatively promising note with Adam's origin story baring more than a passing resemblance to Superman's. After being sent to Earth for protection, the script jumps ahead, allowing us to speculate how "Adam Glenn" acclimated himself as a parentless child. Instead, we get what amounts to an Office Space parody, where as an adult he's going through the motions of an HR job and drawing the ire of his condescending boss Suzie (Sasheer Zamata). 

Adam's office scenes are the film's weakest link, if only because the four credited writers keep  hammering the gag into the ground. These references even carry over into Adam's later return to Eternia and eventual transformation into He-Man, becoming the centerpiece of a plot that already seems desperate for laughs. But while more time is spent exploring Adam's "normal" existence on Earth than fans will prefer, it at least culminates in a thrilling highway action sequence that re-introduces a now adult Teela.

You'd think the joking would gradually subside when Adam starts to recognize the responsibility put before him, and though his physical metamorphosis into He-Man is a highlight, there isn't much of a change beyond the costume. And with no firm line differentiating the personas, Adam's whiny goofiness persists, leaving Galitzine to play this as a farce. Teela's exasperated reactions to his persisting insecurity reflect that, with the warrior goddess frequently rolling her eyes in disbelief, remaining reluctantly hopeful he'll maybe rise to the occasion. So are we.  

A fantastic Camila Mendes doesn't misstep once in consistently portraying Teela as a formidable bad ass who might care a little more for her childhood friend than she's willing to admit. Or maybe not, considering all the babysitting she has to do for him during their adventure. This also extends to her dad, Duncan, who's now a disheveled alcoholic seemingly stricken with PTSD in the years following Trap Jaw's attack. 

With a wisecracking Roboto (voiced by Kristen Wiig) by his side, the former Man-At-Arms aims to dust off the uniform and return to fighting form. And while it happens rather abruptly, Idris brings vulnerability and gravitas to Duncan, as he and Mendes successfully convey the challenges of repairing their broken father-daughter bond. For a short while, he even rubs off positively on his former pupil, helping Adam find some inner strength, at least until his quirkiness takes center stage again during the story's most crucial juncture. 

Adam's nicknaming of Eternia characters is another joke that probably looked great on paper but doesn't play nearly as well on screen. One minute Fisto and Ram-Man are deeply offended by their monikers, only to later do an about face and embrace it during a cringeworthy pep talk from Adam that has us questioning how he really felt about his HR job. For someone who supposedly despised it, he sure loves talking about all the motivational lessons it instilled, causing him to come across as a slightly more sincere version of his nightmare boss, complete with the same politically correct corporate speak. 

As Skeletor, Jared Leto again proves (as he did in Tron: Ares), that the frequent complaints about his casting have little to do with his on screen performance. In fact, no one would have a clue it's Leto behind that digitized skull face and blue muscled body suit had his name not been advertised. But since it was, there's an uproar, discounting the reality that his interpretation of this iconic villain ranks alongside Mendes' work as one of the film's very best aspects. 

Replacing the cartoon version's nasally inflection with a Shakespearean British accent, Leto strikes just the right balance of frightening menace and comedy, like a Skeletor meme brought to life. And how the VFX team can so compellingly capture this character's look but fail hard in their depiction of a mostly absent Cringer/Battle Cat (voiced by Tom Wilton) is a mystery. But the reframing of Evil-Lyn as an abused, submissive underling who's a step away from turning on Skeletor is inspired, if underdeveloped, depriving us of more Alison Brie, who's great in this.

Possessing the sword and seemingly ready to take out Skeletor, complications and even a couple of deaths arise for He-Man as the movie drags its feet before arriving at the final showdown. And while the writers still can't resist turning this battle into a stand-up routine that calls back to Adam's experience in "conflict resolution," there's a saving grace. It comes in the form of a mind meld sequence where Skeletor hilariously inserts himself into Adam's memories and Knight finally nails that tone he seemed to be searching for throughout.  

Extremely difficult to adapt, this is about as entertaining as it gets for a flawed movie based on a nostalgic toy franchise. Still, it's tempting to wonder what the results could have been with writers less interested in telling everyone how embarrassed they are by the original property. It's as if they seem desperate to make fun of the material before anyone else can, proving they're in on the joke. Some of that humor works, but the constant need to infuse every scene with it starts to takes its toll, especially when the stakes are highest. 

In laying the groundwork for a sequel, post-credit teases involving Orko and She-Ra will now be remembered as mere footnotes, which is a shame considering how all the pieces were already there. Even when a story's ridiculous, audiences shouldn't be constantly reminded of that when they only want to escape, as has been proven with movies ten times more preposterous than this. But whether longtime fans feel betrayed or newer viewers roll their eyes at these characters, it does get a lot right. The music's incredible, certain performances hit in all the ways they should and the plot structure holds up. It's just everything else in between that ends up falling short.           

Tron: Ares

Director: Joachim Rønning
Starring: Jared Leto, Greta Lee, Evan Peters, Jodie Turner-Smith, Hasan Minhaj, Arturo Castro, Gillian Anderson, Jeff Bridges, Cameron Monaghan, Sarah Desjardins, Selene Yun
Running Time: 119 min.
Rating: PG-13

★★★★ (out of ★★★★) 

While many were blindsided by director Steven Lisberger's groundbreaking and eerily prescient Tron in 1982, even its biggest detractors knew he was onto something, as its following in the years since has proven. So when Tron: Legacy came around over two decades later, it became a euphoric payoff for longtime fans repeatedly told for years a sequel would never happen. But with the industry finally evolving enough to do justice to Lisberger's futuristic vision, audiences were given an opportunity to experience a 2010 incarnation of the Grid in all its blue neon, 3D glory. And the timing couldn't have been better, at least until those tired "style over substance" complaints that plagued the original resurfaced, squashing any immediate hopes for a follow-up. 

Now after another excruciating wait comes Tron: Ares, with Norwegian director Joachim Rønning taking the reigns of a trilogy no one thought they'd ever see, in the franchise that refuses to die. And despite multiple delays, bad buzz and divisive reactions, it's just as spectacular as the others, ensuring its eventual enshrinement into cult status. Not exactly a sequel or reboot, it exists in this grey area in between, again managing to meet the moment with a timely plot centered around the perils and benefits of artificial intelligence. Of course, the first film foresaw this moral dilemma before anyone, knowing even then that technology's impact largely depends on how humanity chooses to use it.  

It's the year 2025 and rival companies ENCOM and Dillinger Systems are embroiled in a race to bring  digital constructs into reality. One such AI "being" is a program called Ares (Jared Leto), created by Julian Dillinger (Evan Peters), the grandson of former ENCOM executive Ed Dillinger. An expendable super soldier, he's a Master Control Program following Julian's directives, but hampered by a fatal design flaw that limits its lifespan to 29 minutes. That's unless Julian can somehow obtain developer Kevin Flynn's (Jeff Bridges) "Permanence Code," which is in the hands of ENCOM's current CEO Eve Kim (Greta Lee), who located it on a floppy disk at Flynn's remote Alaskan station. 

Ignoring his mother and ex Dillinger CEO Elisabeth's (Gillian Anderson) warnings, Julian uses Ares and digital solidier Athena (Jodie Turner-Smith) to attack ENCOM's grid and retrieve the code. After that fails, Julian sends them to target her in the real world to get it, even if this means killing her. But when Ares starts showing signs of empathy and self-awareness, he and Eve agree to work together, infuriating Julian, who escalates his tactics to obtain the code. Alternating between real and virtual worlds, the war for digital supremacy unfolds, carrying increasingly high stakes for Eve and Ares. 

Picking up exactly where Joseph Kosinski's Legacy left off just wasn't feasible, especially considering how they'd have to entice the key players back after over a decade away. If anything, it's a testament to how well Sam and Quorra's arc concluded, with that unforgettable final shot leaving no where else to go, or at least not enough to justify another feature length adventure focused solely on the aftermath.  

The idea that Sam would bow out of ENCOM and hand the company over to someone capable of carrying on his dad's work seems right given how things were left. And most of that information is cleverly dispensed in a slick pre-title sequence that introduces Eve, who's been acting as sole CEO following her sister Tess's (Selene Yun) death. And to the film's credit, that's not a minor detail, as so much of Eve's desire to possess this code stems from a need to fill her late sibling's shoes, and maybe just a touch of lingering jealousy. 

Like his grandfather, Julian's a greedy meglomaniac, only with the volume turned up and far less competence. Even his own mom thinks he's a loser, only making him more dangerous and ambitiously eager to prove himself with this risky, unregulated program. If Ares' perceived flaw is a conscience then the Dillinger CEO's human malfunction is his complete lack of one, causing him to play fast and loose with potentially fatal tech. It's a concept that's permeated Tron's universe from day one, but takes on even greater relevance as AI outpaces society's preparedness in dealing with the potential consequences.  

This all comes to a head when Julian sets his sights on the code, which Eve and colleague Seth (Arturo Flores) use in digitally transplanting an orange tree, effectively breaking the 29 minute rule. This is what Julian wants and he'll stop at nothing to get it, leading to a surreal, action packed light cycle chase through the streets where Eve's hunted by the dutifully compliant Ares and Athena. But upon realizing he's no longer interested in being considered "expendable," Ares develops a rebellious streak, instead trying his chances at freedom. 

While Leto's casting was derided before a trailer even dropped, it's hard to imagine this working quite as well without him, and not just due to his involvement in actually getting the picture made. You'd assume playing a digital entity with human traits is a thin line for any actor to walk, but Leto drops subtle hints that his assassin harbors some strong feelings about what Julian's planning, taking to reality in ways his creator couldn't have counted on. 

Conveying distinctly human qualities with something just a little off, Leto proves up to that task and remains equally convincing in full fledged action hero mode, whether inside or outside of the virtual world. And in an aesthetic departure, this Grid has a substantially darker, grittier feel and look that really sets it apart from its predecessors. This red-tinged hallucinatory trip is backed by Nine Inch Nails' hypnotizing electronic soundtrack, which won't supplant Daft Punk's beloved Legacy score, but provides an awesome accompaniment, representing some of Reznor and Ross's best recent work. 

In a series often overlooked for its performances, Greta Lee's phenomenal as the sympathetic heroine who unexpectedly goes into badass mode to protect Flynn and her sister's legacies from a maniacal Julian, played with deranged glee by Peters. Gillian Anderson shines in a smallish role as the disgraced former CEO embarrassed by her own son while Jodie Turner-Smith is a physical presence, commanding the screen when Athena gradually emerges as the story's chief antagonist.

As the saga's connective tissue, Jeff Bridges' return as Flynn wasn't exactly a well kept secret, but he's perfectly utilized at just the right time, making a colossal statement with the clarity his character imparts on Ares. Taking place in a familiar setting that calls back to the '82 original, this sequence also marks a convergence point for the trilogy, bringing the saga full circle. And while the final battle is a volcanic cacophony of speed and sound, its very last scene is the best of surprises, addressing the elephant in the room and silencing skeptics who assumed the previous entry's events would go unacknowledged.

A visual feast for the senses, this legitimizes the cliché that certain films are intended to be seen and experienced in the biggest, most immersive environment possible. Of course, that's what Tron's always been, and a lot more, regardless of how many bothered to notice at the time  You're either onboard or not, which may as well sum up the history of a franchise that never really got the respect it deserved. But if this is the send-off, it's hard to imagine a better way for the series to go out than staying ahead of the curve, still waiting for the rest us to catch up.                                                  

The Little Things

Director: John Lee Hancock
Starring: Denzel Washington, Rami Malek, Jared Leto, Chris Bauer, Michael Hyatt, Terry Kinney, Natalie Morales
Running Time: 128 min.
Rating: R

★★ ½ (out of ★★★★)

For much of its running length, John Lee Hancock's crime thriller The Little Things seems as if it isn't going anywhere, before excitingly arriving at a last act that pretty much confirms it went nowhere. Set in the early '90's, it attempts to channel the spirit and aesthetic of period-specific thrillers like Se7en or Copycat, but eventually settles on what resembles a poor man's Zodiac. With a basic plot best described as "textbook movie murder" it lacks the hook of those two former efforts and while a gripping opening attempts to invoke that latter masterpiece, it rarely delivers on its early promise Moody, atmospheric, and anchored by three performances in search of better material, the film technically has a lot going for it, which only enhances the disappointment as the narrative plainly plays out. 

Before revealing itself as a dark, somewhat messy character study about a pair of mismatched detectives, the case(s) that monopolize the majority of the picture couldn't be any less involving. While it's possible we've just been so burned out by the proliferation of streaming true crime documentaries that any fictionalized account would fall short, this seems especially problematic by any standard. It's almost as if Hancock cherry picked the least intriguing elements of every murder that's occurred in the Los Angeles area during the 80's and 90's and  recycled it on screen. The Night Stalker is explicitly mentioned and will inevitably be the case to which this fictional one is compared, but the gruesome crime scenes here are a Cliffs Notes version of that, without any meaningful context or insight into the psychology behind it.

It's 1990 and Kern County deputy sheriff Joe "Deke" Deacon (Denzel Washington) is called into the L.A. Sheriff's Department to collect evidence when he encounters lead detective Jim Baxter (Rami Malek), who's spearheading an investigation into a string of new murders resembling the serial killings an obsessed Deacon couldn't solve when he held that position. After a rocky introduction, Jim asks Deacon to stick around and lend his expertise, initially unaware of the tumultuous circumstances that led to his departure from the department five years prior. 

When more victims are found and a female jogger is reported missing, a series of clues lead Deacon to creepy, eccentric repair store employee Albert Sparma (Jared Leto). As the similarties between his unsolved killings and this case pile up, so again do Deacon's obsessions and mental fragility, with the two detectives certain they've found their guy. Crime officionado Sparma knows it, tangling both in his twisted web and taunting them to make a move in hopes it will lead to their self-destruction. And given their obsession with exposing him, he just may end up being right.  

If detectives with wildly differing personalities teamed to investigate murders is a painfully familiar trope, it's still one that can be very effective when properly executed. If nothing else, the script goes all out with Washington's Deacon having been transferred, demoted, divorced, already suffered a major health crisis, and experiencing traumatic flashbacks due to a mystery event that's eventually revealed.  Just about the only thing he isn't is an alcoholic a day away from retirement, though we can't be completely sure. All of it seems carefully piled on to make him seem more interesting and sympathetic than he actually is, when it's essentially just another take on the many law enforcement roles Washington's played over the past decade plus. Take your pick. 

Washington's character may brings little new to the table, but at least Malek's initially presents itself as something different. His Jim Baxter comes across as the type of "emotional vampire" Bret Easton Ellis could have written about in 1990, giving off vibes vibes of a sociopathic predator rather than a detective. Our suspicion this has more to do with Malek's performance than the writing is confirmed when that's abandoned and he settles into a much more recognizable cop role when Deacon starts riding with him. Aside from some early tension, there's not a lot of push-pull in this relationship, as they rarely challenge each other in philosophies, morality or criminology in any way as they search for clues to nail this guy. 

The film's title, as the characters take great pains in repeatedly telling us, refers to the little details detectives have to look for that lead them to the perpetrator. You know, like where their car was serviced or what kind of sandwiched they had for lunch. Well, no kidding. Watching this, you can't help but be reminded of Netflix's great, now cancelled series, Mindhunter, which provided the deepest of dives into the minds of serial killers through the men who were investigating them. That and the aforementioned Night Stalker case both featured dueling partners, and while's there's a deliberate, occasionally successful attempt at capturing the mood of both, the screenplay just never gets there, instead coming closer to James Patterson's latest Alex Cross installment. 

From his introductory interrogation scene on, Jared Leto leaves a sinister imprint as the suspected killer, infusing the proceeedings with a dose of much needed intrigue and psychology, as the detectives not only attempt to prove he's behind this, but what exactly makes him tick. It's probably the closest the this gets to becoming what it strives for, but even as delightfully skeevy and off-kilter as Leto's performance is (complete with greasy hair and a middle-age paunch), I couldn't help but wish it existed in a film with better ideas of what to do with it. 

The finale heads in a truly exhilarating, even unexpected direction until you realize that it hinges on a major character letting his guard down in a way that stretches believability based upon what we know about him. It also doesn't really amount to all that much, aside from drawing unfavorable comparisons to the infinitely superior Se7en. Despite that, you can still appreciate the intention of presenting a kind of contagious obsession between homocide cops and their cases. The extent to which any of it clicks can be attributed to Washington and Malek's performances, as it's hard not to be impressed by these two top talents bouncing off each another, regardless of what they have to work with. Even more noteworthy is composer Thomas Newman's elgiac score, which is pretty much head and shoulders above any other aspect of the film and arguably nomination-worthy under better circumstances.

Having written one of my all-time favorites in Clint Eastwood's A Perfect World and recently directed the underrated The Founder, Hancock is one of the more reliable mainstream filmmakers around, but this isn't a genre he's ever dipped into. So while it at least gives me some joy to report this is about as well directed as can be from a lacking script, he also wrote it, which makes the results a bit tougher to stomach. The Little Things is almost shockingly derivative of so many other works of crime fiction that you almost expect to see a head in a box before the closing credits arrive. Even its ending, arguably the film's strongest stretch, is undone in hindsight by the fact that it makes the whole enterprise feel like a waste of time, sending us right back to where we started, waiting for something more important to reveal itself.   

Dallas Buyers Club

Director: Jean-Marc Vallée
Starring: Matthew McConaughey, Jared Leto, Jennifer Garner, Denis O'Hare, Steve Zahn, Michael O' Neill, Dallas Roberts, Griffin Dunne, Kevin Rankin
Running Time: 116 min
Rating: R

★★★ (out of ★★★★)

The generally held assumption when someone knows they're nearing the end of their life is that they reach some kind of peace or contemplative resignation, quietly accepting their fate since there's no choice to do otherwise. Then there's Ron Woodruff. He's a homophobic bull rider and electrician who in 1985 contracts AIDS after having unprotected sex with a prostitute. He's given a month to live and Dallas Buyers Club tells the true-life story of how he managed to stretch that 30-day death sentence to seven years by sheer determination and ingenuity. It also represents the crowning pinnacle of what's been called by many (including the actor himself) as the "McConaughssance" of Matthew McConaughey's career, earning him a Best Actor Oscar few thought could ever be within his reach based on his previous choices.

Of course, the running joke when photos first surfaced of the alarmingly thin actor on set was that he was sure to win an Academy Award. While there's definite truth in that, it short changes all the other things he does masterfully in the role aside from undergoing a dangerous physical transformation. Lost in this conversation is that the movie's also pretty good, as director Jean-Marc Vallée uses the complexity of this character and his lead actor's performance to turn what could have been a dated, sappy issue piece into something that at least feels a little different from other films in this genre.

It's 1985, in the midst of a seemingly uncontrollable HIV epidemic, made that much worse by the media playing it up as a homosexual disease that should have little impact on guys like Ron Woodruff (McConaughey), a man's man who rides bulls and downs beers with his buddies. Upon first receiving the diagnosis, he goes into denial mode, lashing out at the doctors trying to help him, all while being ostracized by everyone he knows and finding out first-hand it's a virus that very much carries a stigma. With his health rapidly deteriorating and AZT side effects taking their toll, he finds a way to smuggle an illegal AIDS drug across the border, working with and befriending a transgender patient named Rayon (Jared Leto). With the reluctant endorsement of Dr. Eve Saks (Jennifer Garner), they take on the FDA and hospital beaurocracy, opening the "Dallas Buyers Club" to distribute drugs to  ailing patients that hopefully extend their lives.

That an angry bigot like Ron contracts the AIDS virus seems like a cruel twist right out of a Twilight Zone episode, and that irony is smartly played up in the script's opening half. It's fitting that one of the first images we see is a newspaper headline that Rock Hudson has AIDS, as Ron uses the word "fag" numerous times to vent his feelings on it. His reaction to that news and much of what happens before his diagnosis sets Ron up as being almost terminally unlikable. That McConaughey shows little fear in actually "going there" is why the rest of the film works better than it could have, especially when he falls victim to the prejudices and insults he's guilty of dishing out at the beginning of the film.

Arrogant and stubborn, Ron lives fast and plays hard, though it's clear very early from his emaciated appearance that something's drastically wrong. When the outlook is dire, the very same qualities we hated become almost a call to arms against the FDA and all the doctors in bed with them.Through this, McConaughey never loses the character's confident swagger and Ron becomes relatively easy to root for, even if circumstances drove to the point he's at. If anything, this is a more unflattering portrayal of Woodruff than expected, with the film's first half far exceeding its second. Once it gets into the details of the Buyer's Club and he and Dr. Saks' battle with Dr. Sevard (Denis O'Hare), it becomes more of a medical procedural. But it's a strong one nonetheless, backed up by our investment in a motivated protagonist fighting for his life. That's all McConaughey.

Receiving nearly as much attention as is Supporting Actor Oscar winner Jared Leto, whose role as a transgender woman gets less screen time than you might have imagined going in. The debate as to whether the Rayon role should have actually been played by a real transgender seems irrelevant to the actual performance, which accomplishes exactly what it should. As easy as it is to harp on the notion of Leto in drag, his very best scene comes when he's out of it, sans makeup and donning a business suit to ask his estranged father for money as he slowly wastes away. That the developing friendship between Ron and Rayon doesn't feel forced or play like a preachy lesson in tolerance is a credit to what both actors bring to the table. Garner also turns in strong work as the doctor who slowly realizes the course of treatment has to change if any patient is to have a chance of survival moving forward. 

Portrayed as neither a saint nor a hero, Woodruff was a desperate man with a great idea that happened to be illegal and a surprisingly restrained script doesn't attempt to paint Woodruff as anything other than that. While strongly executed by all involved, unpredictability still isn't likely to be singled out as one of the bigger selling points here, even considering it's based on a true story. The only thing anyone will remember about Dallas Buyers Club is McConaughey, but isn't that usually the case with performances that win competitive acting Oscars? It's always easier to name the actor than the movie they won for. But the good news for him is that it recently could have been a number of them.