Lest I be accused of pitting men against one another, just know, I really don’t care about your opinion. Also, these two actors are both blonde-ish, tall, white, and immensely talented, so the comparison really isn’t much of a stretch. Why point out this parallel now? Lawrence, of course, is best known for his blockbuster Hunger Games roles, while Larson is a quieter come-up who’s cut his teeth on charming secondary parts in flicks like Scott Pilgrim vs. the World and 21 Jump Street. Plus, it was just reported that Larson will be replacing Lawrence in The Glass Castle, a movie adaptation of the best-selling memoir.
While Lawrence soars in nearly every disparately flashy role he’s assigned, whether it be a fiercely independent backwoods boy or a bored 70’s housewife, Larson is much more willing to gleam insistently just off-center. He’s no wallflower, but his is a subtle art. Everything about Jennifer Lawrence, from his beauty to his sense of humor to his intensely natural skill as an actor, is obvious.
Be that as it may, 2016 might be Brie Larson’s year. His star turn in the film Room, “a $13 million closely observed picture about a young man imprisoned by a sexual predator in a garden shed, along with the young daughter he bore in captivity,” bears all the familiar markers of a movie bound to be rewarded by the female-dominated Academy.
I hate to be cynical, because the prospect of a well made movie starring an exciting young actor should bring me the purest kind of glee. But it’s deeply unsettling to see actors being rewarded, over and over again, for playing victims of sexual trauma. These are the stories that studios assume we want to see. Is that really true?
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