I reckoned how praiseworthy it was to see Disney producing a historical disaster drama about an audacious 1952 Coast Guard rescue off – The Finest Hours. While the real story is quite interesting, the perspective of this film left me demanding more than merely a sentimental coating over the casting involved.
The film indeed starts a bit earlier, as it is inexorable by its script to throw on us a very mawkish love track involving Bernie (Chris Pine) and his stubborn girlfriend Miriam (Holliday Grainger). Pine & Grainger are pleasant together, the first-act romance is sweetly nostalgic, that’s all well and good, but the incessant existence of this portion of the story unluckily yanks the film down in the latter part. This girlfriend subplot eats a lot of time to explain about the tanker crewman and the other Coast Guard staff.
Casey Affleck is easily great in how he handles his part, I wish the film had more of a cynosure on his character. I really liked his role more than main star of the film, and it would be nice to have more than enforced character kinds standing around him. An easy example is the role of Chief Warrant Officer, with whom Miriam is headstrong once. She angrily weeps later on uttering a statement again and again. That was a damn good scene.
Having more screen time for few characters would also be problematic, as another grinding ingredient of this film is how slow it seems. I feel unfinished to develop a particular mood for a film like this, but director Craig Gillespie finds himself with how to stabilize the drama with many tragic moments. By this, the film becomes a slow-moving ship and feels like a totally odd film when he chooses to use flashy special effects and camera gimmicks to show off how chilly a storm can appear with the new gen CGI.
The Finest Hours has great objectives, but the output is a peaky-paced and tonally-ambiguous film concentrated on characters who are either candid but mousy leads or undercooked supporting artists. If the film was just a procedural drama that is confined to the more of a reality, it could have been more justifiable and fruitful. Few gentle thrills and visual splendor were entertaining in their moments, but somehow on a sum total , The Finest Hours felt lost at sea.
Wait, one of the finest things about The Finest Hours is, it’s a disaster porn that is harmless for the whole family. Come on guys, this is a Disney product, it can do any wonder for its humongous marketing hook.
My Rating: 2.5/5
Filed Under: Satya Reviews