
This film is unbelievable. Literally, it is not believable. Well, it is possibly believable but there is no way, right?
And there it is. This film holds us in this confused and blissful limbo for its duration. Is it fable? Is it folklore? Is it truth? And that, in part, is what makes it incredible. A revenant is someone who has simply returned but with the added mythical and biblical caveat, “supposedly from the dead.” The brilliant Alejandro Inarritu challenges our faith, and the story we might know, from the title alone.
It is a grueling watch, for sure, and in DiCaprio’s Hugh Glass, we feel all of it. This is partly because of the amazing cinematography but mostly because of Leo’s epic, all-inclusive (gritty and intelligent) performance. The emotional surprise from the film was the visceral hatred developed for Fitzgerald. This rivals the disdain developed for Commodus in Gladiator and puts Hardy in exclusive company.
Inarritu places us in a fascinating time in history. We are theatrically transported and that is challenging. The Revenant proves that revenge is a dish best served cold, or in the cold, with 4.6 out of 5 napkins on the side.

