Cold Mountain
is a bold and transforming movie.
Directed by Anthony Minghella and winning multiple awards including
Renée Zellweger for Best Actress in a supporting Role, the movie encompasses
both passion and anguish, warmth and coldness, hatred and yet love. The film is developed in a southern town of Cold
Mountain, where we see the beginning of the civil war take its toll to the
end. The audience is shown the hardships
of the war through a long lost love of a woman and of a man who is sent off to
the war. The most renowned southern war
movie I would argue is Gone with the
Wind directed by Victor Fleming. In that production, we feel remorse for the
southern states and the plantations in which we see the slaves work on. In Cold
Mountain, I relived some of those same feelings that I were evoked in me while
watching Scarlett and Rhett’s tragic love.
I would never say that Cold Mountain was just as well done as Gone with
the Wind. However, stars Jude
Law, Nicole Kidman, Renée Zellweger, and Philip Seymour Hoffman add a depth to
the film that takes on a similar yet strangely different turn than Gone with
the Wind did. The film jumps
back and forth through time, showing the audience the blooming love between
Nicole Kidman and Jude Law and traveling forward to where we see Jude Law
deserting the military in hopes of reaching his love; neither know what became
of the other due to lost correspondence and lapse in time by three years. Both go through unmanageable hardships that
we see unravel during the film.
At
first, the film did not catch my attention.
If I am being honest, I turned the movie off after ten minutes and
decided to watch something else.
However, I gave another shot at the movie, due to the fact that Renée Zellweger
was supposedly Oscar worthy of the role she played. The second time I watched it, I not only
loved it, but I thought that Ms. Zellweger made the movie. All actors were wonderful in the movie and
all added something to the film that couldn’t be picked up by another star in
the film, but when I watched Renée Zellweger, I didn’t see Brigit Jones or
Roxie Hart. I didn’t even see the quiet
girl that I witnessed in Jerry Maguire.
I actually saw the opposite; I saw a strong, independent, witty, “one of
the boys” kind of girl. She was rugged
and tough and southern.
The
movie surprised me to say the least. A
movie I found full of tragedy, darkness, and murder was a contradiction,
holding also hope, lightness, and purity.
I gave the movie four stars and would gladly watch it again. Now, though, I want to watch Gone with
the Wind, so maybe after.

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