Directed by J.C. Chandor
Robert Redford proves he can still carry a film like any other motherfucker on the planet. All Is Lost has essentially only three minutes of dialogue: the rest is pure visual storytelling. Considering the restraints, the film is pulled off effortlessly, thanks to controlled camerawork and an amazing sound mix. I’m surprised something like this even managed to get made in the first place, but it just shows you that sometimes all you need for cinema is a basic fundamental character desire. And in Redford’s case, that desire was to stay the fuck alive. It didn’t have any real character arc, and it drew the occasional groan from the audience in the screening I went to: but they all stuck around to the very end. Suckers.