This movie proves...Peter Weir is a genius
I don't think I've ever seen a more emotionally wrenching movie before or since "Fearless."
At one point I just couldn't take it anymore and walked out to the lobby for five minutes or so. Not that I hated it or anything, but the opposite. I was so moved, so involved, that it was making me uncomfortable. I have never ever had to do that in a movie.
I had to watch it on video before I really got how great it was. Everything in this film was so perfect, so right on. Like in many Peter Weir films, great actors (Jeff Bridges in particular) rise to new levels of their craft, and actors you often don't like (Rosie Perez) give performances that you didn't know they had in them. Music was great...loved using "Where the Streets Have No Name" when Jeff Bridges crashes the car into the wall. Tarturro's performance was a masterstroke of understated power. Visually stunning; by the time you finally SEE the crash, you've already been made to feel like you've lived through it.
Peter Weir is a freakin' genius.