First off, Denzel is always solid but he doesn't have a shot at Best Actor for Flight.
With that out of the way, Flight was a strange mix of two movies. One kind of awesomely slick look at the super cool, edgy life of sex, drugs and alcohol. The music had attitude. John Goodman had a ponytail. And coked up mother f&$kers were gettin' shizz done!
Alternately, there was this sad, gritty drama about addiction. The camera sort of meandered and the music was, like "heavy piano" sad. It was interesting to see the two play off of each other. The only problem was that the reality version was sort of a downer and I longed for the other version even though that one was clearly the "wrong" choice.
Tarantino would never put me in this predicament!
I guess what won out was that women were objectified in Flight 1 and treated like real people in Flight 2. In fact, it is the fact that a woman acted heroically, not negligently, that swung the balance for the main character, as well. So Flight 2 takes the day, but let's let John Goodman keep the ponytail, shall we?
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