I saw All is Lost starring Robert Redford yesterday.
I’m still thinking about it.
Our Man (as Redford’s character is credited) is forced to face his mortality when his yacht is damaged by a random shipping crate adrift in the ocean.
I couldn’t help thinking how I would handle the same situation.
I wouldn’t tackle the problem with such silent determination. Although alone, I would curse and shout and cry out in frustration.
I also probably wouldn’t be as patient and thoughtful…or nearly as inventive.
I hope I would show one-tenth of his courage.
Critics call this Redford’s best performance; I agree. And I applaud the writer and director on the ending…
…which you are not getting out of me here. No sirree.