
Think Liam Neeson fighting wolves is a good time at the movies? Think again. The Grey is a surprisingly depressing and philosophical survival flick.
John (Liam Neeson) is an oil rig employee in the middle of some remote snow desert. He is alone. It is difficult to imagine him being happy about anything. John and some other rough dudes get themselves on the wrong flight and become stranded in extreme arctic conditions. If that wasn’t bad enough, the local wolves will not be tolerating their new neighbors.
There’s more than one direction to go with this setup. This could be a pretty sweet action movie starring Jason Statham. The trailer featured on the film’s official website gives the impression that this is a fun movie about kicking some wolf ass. No no no.
I can’t call this a bad movie. Neeson’s performance is believable, engaging and controlled. John is a hollowed-out, humble man confident in his professional knowledge and that which he can see and touch. The scenario and its accompanying visuals are engaging. But this is a gloomy ride, and I question the payoff we receive for that burden.
The Grey is a perfectly appropriate title. There’s the gorgeous grey long-shots we’re treated to on occasion. There’s also men on the fringes of survival evaluating what they value (or don’t value) in life, and what waits for them (or doesn’t) in death. It’s all a heavy, uncomfortable run-in with our physical and emotional fragility, unsuccessfully counterweighted by the idea that we can fight to survive a little while longer to enjoy the moments which aren’t soul-crushingly depressing.
I respect The Grey; I just can’t recommend it. I wish it had been the Jason Statham version instead.







