Master and Commander The Far Side of the World
The pilot for one of the finest movie franchises that in no way became, peter weir’s napoleonic war adventure plays a long recreation of cat-and-mouse over oceans, among a french vessel and the british hms surprise. The film takes wonderful pride in antique approaches: it luxuriates in the myths and salty humor of georgian mariners, gets swept up in the pre-wwi mentality of conflict as a flag-waving lark and, in a short tour to the galapagos islands, pines for the days of analog exploration.
This is a feel-suitable movie with a high body count—weir and his cast of individual actors take superb pains to make certain the dozens of seamen are keenly and affectionately drawn to a man, so that every limb-endangering damage, every fatality is felt—thanks in big component to the squabbling chemistry between russell crowe as the deliver’s driven captain aubrey, and paul bettany as its stern medical doctor. Through them it very almost will become a friend film, with the pair continuously nit-picking and bantering, however on the cease of the day always reaffirming their friendship with a violin/cello jam. A match this desirable deserved a sequel, but the one film we got is good sufficient to appreciate.