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Far be it for me to take anything away from Tom Hanks' apparent popularity, but frankly, the guy takes himself WAAAAAYYY too seriously for my taste, and never more so than in this movie. While I admire the herculean efforts he personally devoted to the production of this film (the substantial weight gain-loss, the protracted filming, over more than a year, in less than comfortable circumstances), I think the same story could have been told in half the time, with twice the plotting. There are just TOO many unanswered questions (what ELSE was there to eat on the island? Any animals? Why didn't he strip the other dead Fed-Ex agent of all his apparel? How did Hanks go to the bathroom? ). So much more could have been done to play up the "Robinson Crusoe" resourcefulness theme, and the seeming 'sterility' of his isolated environment just didn't cut it for me. Worse, there was very little, thematically or symbolically, to tie the three parts of this movie together, with the sole exception of his keychain/jacknife, which would have served him handily, had he remembered to take it with him. That, for me, was the crux, then, of this movie: lost opportunities.

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