|Dude, that's what you get for going outside.|
James Franco is an amazing actor. If anyone ever questions him, ever, they simply need to watch this film. I know he kind of goes all Hayden Christensen-wooden at times (see: Spiderman trilogy), but the Oscar nomination is completely earned here (Colin Firth won it). Not that you ever get a chance to, but you can't take your eyes off him. Riveting. The conversation/interview he has with himself is brilliant (so is the editing).
Why all the Franco love? Well, this movie is like a small-scale Castaway. Besides the chance encounter with the girls and occasional flashback, this one is all Franco, all day. If you don't like the guy, you should keep your distance. Though really, this is the film that'll sway you. Or Pineapple Express. He owns in both.
|Scooby-Doo, where are you?|
If you don't know the ending, or haven't figured it out - you might want to stop reading. You also might want to lay off the ganj, because you're kind of an idiot. This is based on a true story, so um, he kinda has to survive. The drama is still there, but it isn't too shocking. Well...
|I'm still alive, only I'm very badly burned|
The last thing I want to mention is that compared to Aron, I am essentially a drool-covered buffoon. This guy keeps topping himself with smart move after smart move (granted, they all come after the initial series of dumb ones). When he tied his knife to himself, I was thinking: that's smart. When he lays out all of his items Apollo 13 style, I thought: makes sense, solid move, bro. When he created a pulley system in an attempt to move the rock, I said to myself: he's the smartest man alive. And when he starts to bottle his own urine, I thought: gross, but I would've never thought of it. But when he finds the one frame on his camcorder that shows sweet cleavage and stares at it longingly, I thought: well no shit, you should have been on that hours ago!