Dallas Buyers Club


Matthew McConaughey is favourite to win the best actor Oscar tonight for his role as Ron Woodroof, the homophobic rodeo rider who discovers he’s got HIV and only 30 days to live. Some friends and I were chatting about how the actor famously lost a dramatic amount of weight to play the role, and whether or not this kind of physical transformation hasn’t become a shorthand for acting prowess and a shortcut to award nominations. Not that McConaughey isn’t great in this role – he is and when he’s on screen he’s all you’re watching, but, are we being distracted? So impressed with an actor’s commitment to their craft that we take their stellar acting performance as a given? Take Charlize Theron in Monster; she was superb but probably more attention and applause was paid to her gaining weight and daring to look *ugly* on screen than to her acting. Conversely David Bowie played The Elephant Man on stage in the 1980s with no prosthetics or special effects to assist him – the physicality of his performance effected the transformation.

But, that aside, Dallas Buyers Club is a great film. It’s another of the recent flurry of ‘based on a true story’ movies released in time for awards season (although just how true it is, is up for debate.) Ron Woodroof is a man’s man. A swaggering, hard-living, good-time boy working as a part-time electrician and bull riding in his spare time (as you do, or at least you do in Texas). After getting injured and collapsing at work he discovers that he has HIV and a short time to live. He refuses to passively accept this prognosis, not least because he sees it as a gay disease and he is very definitely anti-gay, and he sets out to educate himself about the virus and its treatment. He sources new drugs not yet approved by the FDA, smuggling them in from Mexico and further afield and eventually establishes the Dallas Buyers Club where the $400 membership fee buys you all the (illegal) meds you need.

It’s eminently watchable with a great cast. Jared Leto (no stranger to ‘the method’ himself) is a revelation as Rayon, a transgender woman and fellow HIV sufferer who befriends a reluctant Ron and becomes his business partner. Jared Leto has always been too pretty to be a boy and makes a frighteningly convincing woman. Their relationship provides much of the film’s humour and ultimately softens Ron’s anti-gay attitude. Jennifer Garner is strong as the sweet and kind-hearted Dr Eve Saks who treats Ron after his initial diagnosis and gradually warms to the man underneath, becoming his friend.

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It’s a stark and uncomfortable watch in places. An ugly scene in a bar, where Ron is violently rejected by his rodeo pals, vividly conjures up this frightening time in the 1980s when no one really understood HIV or AIDS. Anyone diagnosed became social pariahs living under a death sentence, their blood and saliva perceived as toxic to the uninfected. The early scenes of Ron’s seedy trailer park life of casual promiscuity and drug-taking (it’s suggested in a brief flashback that he contracted the disease from unprotected sex with an intravenous drug user) also make pretty grim viewing.

In its portrayal of a less than lovely character, at times seemingly unable to halt his own destruction, it reminded me of Darren Aronofsky’s  The Wrestler. And it doesn’t apologise for the lifestyle or the attitudes of those it depicts. But in the same way that Philadelphia broke ground while still retaining a Hollywood gloss, Dallas Buyers Club is in the same vein. In finessing the facts (Rayon and Dr Saks are fictional, representations of multiple characters in Ron’s real life; the real Ron Woodroof was reportedly bisexual and not particularly homophobic) it’s made things appear less ambiguous, more black and white, arguably reducing the emotional punch of the narrative. It must be a tough balance, staying true to the facts while keeping a story entertaining. Real-life is messy and inconsistent and does it really matter if some characters have been invented or exaggerated, if events have been simplified or prettied up a little? If the line between art and reality gets blurred does it detract from a movie’s value?

In this case I say no. Dallas Buyers Club is still a compelling film with a heart and a message and there’s nothing so very bad about that.


True Detective Episode 1 – First Thoughts

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Warning: Contains some spoilers

A bizarre ritual murder in a small Louisiana town. Characters exchange meaningful looks or stare off into the middle distance. There’s dust, trailer parks and a score by T-Bone Burnett. And nobody smiles.

It’s clear from the outset that HBO’s new drama True Detective is going to be dark, edgy and serious. People swallow their drinks very loudly and say improbable things like ‘this town looks like a memory of a town that’s fading’ or ‘I don’t sleep I just dream’ as freight trains wail in the background. Only characters in serious edgy dramas talk this way.

Episode 1 unfolds partially in flashback as two detectives, Marty Hart (Woody Harrelson) and Rust Cohle (Matthew McConaughey), are interviewed separately about events that took place 17 years before. Back then they had only been partners for 3 months; Marty the solid experienced cop who loves his family and who you’d want to have a beer with, Rust his intense yet controlled, younger corduroy-wearing partner.

They are called to the scene of a murder – a young prostitute killed and posed in a way that suggests a ritual killing and, potentially, a serial killer. As they begin their investigation it becomes clear that McConaughey’s Rust is a man on the edge just waiting to unravel – the signs of his self-destructive inner turmoil (has there ever been a serious TV detective who isn’t afflicted with self-destructive inner turmoil?) are littered throughout this first episode – he had a daughter who died, he has a drinking problem, he takes Quaaludes, he’s disliked by his colleagues, he knows an awful lot about ritual murder.
Marty appears to be the stable one – or is he? In one brief scene there’s the suggestion of an affair and his marriage to wife Maggie (Michelle Monaghan) is perhaps not as solid as it seems.


As the narrative switches between present day and the past, the mystery of what happened between Marty and Rust becomes more compelling than the murder, which feels almost secondary. What caused the apparent bad blood between them, according to Harrelson’s character they haven’t spoken for 10 years? What pushed Rust Cohle over the edge and turned him into the crazy-haired derelict sucking on every cigarette as if his life depended on it and drinking Lone Star beer? I need to know.

With its stylized cinematic look, off-kilter feel and flashes of dark humour it reminded me of Twin Peaks and also of Paris, Texas with the empty washed-out landscapes and long silences.

It’s beautifully shot and the sense of place and atmosphere it evokes is palpable. It has a stellar cast, McConaughey in particular is mesmerising, and the dynamic between the two leads compelled me to keep watching. It’s moody, creepy and packed to its Southern Gothic gills with clichés but I loved it.

I can’t wait for Episode 2.

Catch Episode 1 on Sky Atlantic on Wednesday 26 February 10 pm