Self is saving some movie reviews from the San Francisco Chronicle of yesterday, Friday, Dec. 28.
There’s one in particular, a review of Promised Land, a movie which hasn’t gotten much buzz at all, buried under movies like Django Unchained and Les Miserables (She told The Man to go ahead and watch it without her today. For some reason, she’s never been that enthused over Anne Hathaway, or about movie musicals in general. Perhaps with the exception of The Muppets movie). It opens, unexpectedly, with an accolade to Matt Damon:
Promised Land is a fine place to start appreciating Matt Damon, who always makes it seem as if everybody else is acting and he’s just going through the movie being natural. Damon is the actor who leaves no fingerprints, who never calls attention to himself and never, ever screws up, not once in 20 years. Whether playing Jason Bourne or Mr. Ripley, Damon creates an illusion of the familiar, and that familiarity is put to good use in Promised Land, in which he plays a salesman for a fracking company, trying to talk rural people into leasing their land for natural-gas drilling.
Self would just like to say, she loved Jeremy Renner until she saw him take over the Bourne movies this year. Then, watching Renner, she realized that Matt Damon’s portrayal of Bourne was absolutely brilliant. And she never wants to see another Bourne movie without Damon. Seriously.