Danny Boyle’s best works coerce the fantastic elements of his protagonist’s plight from the gruelling reality of their existence – Trainspotting (1996), the under-rated A Life Less Ordinary (1997), 28 Days Later... (2002) and Sunshine (2007).
He burst on the scene with the great “Trainspotting,” which was followed by the highly underrated “A Life Less Ordinary” and the lackluster Leonardo DiCaprio vehicle “The Beach.”
Some have worked (“Slumdog Millionaire,” “Sunshine”), others have failed (“A Life Less Ordinary”), but he’s remained a captivating, intrepid presence on the movie scene.
Given that the story is essentially a claustrophobic one-man show, “127 Hours” promises a mixed bag of Mr. Boyle’s most visceral impulses, from the imposing geography that served as backdrop for “A Life Less Ordinary” to the remote tension that percolated through “Sunshine.”
Even lesser entries in Boyle’s canon like A Life Less Ordinary, The Beach and (for me, at least) Slumdog Millionaire open with scenes that bristle with the director’s energy and wit.
Boyle has always been a showy filmmaker with a tendency toward overdirecting, but it’s been a while (at least since 1997’s bizarre romantic farce A Life Less Ordinary) that his flash has been this distracting.