This movie like no other made me feel emotions that are too deep to put into words. I completely agree with the many comments about how cathartic and brilliant this film is. Why on earth did the Motion Picture Academy give the film and its' amazing director Peter Weir so little recognition? I suppose Schindlers' List was the on voters' minds that year(rightfully so, it too is a masterpiece), and Tom Hanks' fine performance in Philadelphia was most certainly appreciated by the actor community, to help the world understand what was happening right under their noses, we need to fight AIDS and stop denying the humanity of those who suffer from it. But I read an earlier comment on Fearless from someone who felt this movie portrayed loss, grief and fear better than any gay or AIDS-theme movie ever. This blows me away, because Tom Hanks received an Oscar for playing a gay man dying of AIDS, yet Jeff Bridges wasn't even nominated for his completely amazing portrayal of a crash survivor; Rosie Perez was the only actor from this movie to receive an Oscar nomination (she, too, was brilliant). The last scene in the movie had me sobbing unbelievably, and I've seen it twice before. The story, the characters, the music and the locations are all woven together by Mr Weir into the most beautiful, comprehensive depiction of what it means to live, breathe and feel that I have ever seen.
