Jason Behr - Senseless #3: It's the White Room all over again! - Page 19

**Crystaline** · 10-17-2009, 12:22 AM

People tend to like when Jason plays those very tortured characters. In this case, it's very literal.

**Crystaline** · 10-22-2009, 04:58 AM

I just got done watching the movie and the torture scenes are every bit as brutal as I thought it'd be. It's the White Room on acid. I'm not even joking.

The movie itself was definitely interesting. Incredibly violent, but also very intense and thought provoking. I also really liked the cinematography. The close-up shots of Jason were unbelievably gorgeous. And I thought Simon Hynd did a great job incorporating the flashbacks for specific moments during Elliot's capture. I would've liked a different ending, but other than that the film was good.

As for Jason, he was brilliant. Absolutely phenomenal in this role. It really pushed his limits. I've never seen anything like it from him before. I wish an American director had had the guts to do a film like this and cast Jason in it. Because he deserves all kinds of awards for his performance in this movie.

The rest of the cast was very good as well. Especially Joe Ferrara. I wanted to jump through the screen and choke him to death. So, I'd say job well done, lol. And Emma Catherwood is just stunning. I'd like to see her and Jason in another movie together if possible. They had very nice chemistry. And to be shallow for a moment, they looked damn pretty in the same frame too.

keepsmiling7 · 10-22-2009, 07:57 AM

Crystal,
I was glad to read your review of the movie. The DVD arrived at my house last week, but so far I haven't had the courage to watch it. Guess I don't want to watch it at night, but just can't decide when the best time to give it a go. You have me curious about the ending.....

**Hell on Heels** · 10-22-2009, 08:47 AM

Thanks for the review, Crystal.

I never thought the movie would be bad. Jason always does his best and his best in this movie is bound to make me hurl. I can't stomach torture scenes. Spoil me. How does it end? Don't tell me he dies?!

Di m · 10-22-2009, 09:05 AM

Crystal glad you had the courage to watch it. I'm going to order it but the plastic around it will always stay on, to bad though, I liked what you had to say about Jason's part.

Kwikimart727 · 10-22-2009, 04:23 PM

Yay! Crystal you watche it! AND you made it through, I told you so! I happen to love this movie (I actaully saw it late last year i believe) and don't mind so much the torturing (i'll say again compared to Saw it's nothing) I wish this movie got bigger play too, like Crystal said Jason did a phenomenal job, and so did Joe Ferrera. I haven't purchased the DVD yet, money is tight, but hopefully i'll be getting it soon. It's probably my fav Jason movie behind LIP and Shooting Livien.

**Roswell 10/2/00** · 10-22-2009, 09:32 PM

The movie is very well done! OMG some of the shots of Scotland and of Jason in this are stunning!

Very intense but so well done! Honestly he should have been given and Oscar for his performance just amazing! I was blown away!

Sirio it was great watching it with you and Loretta and Nadine the first time when you were in NYC. It sure helps to have other Behrians around!

**Crystaline** · 10-22-2009, 10:32 PM

For anyone interested in reading about the ending:

Spoiler:

Elliot doesn't die, but after he makes it out of captivity, he's walking the streets of Germany (not too sure of the whereabouts; just that it's somewhere in Europe) and people start recognizing him from the video. They see how battered he is and they crowd around him. One man gives him his jacket to wear. They're all concerned. And they lift him up in the air, literally carrying him like some kind of messiah or something. It was weird, lol. I would've liked to have seen him return home and reunited with his wife and family.

Jason's performance in Senseless definitely trumps his work in Shooting Livien, but I can't say the movie overall is a favorite of mine. It was too brutal, too violet. The torture scenes disturbed me so much that at times I had to pause the movie. I thought it was really gruesome.

**Hell on Heels** · 10-23-2009, 07:42 AM

Spoiler:

That is over the top...them carrying him like that.:lol

Maybe I will buy the movie and just fastforward through the torture scenes...

**Crystaline** · 10-23-2009, 09:32 PM

I honestly teared up at some parts. Like when Elliot would be left alone and surveying the abuse done to him and just breaking down. It killed me!

Honey-Girl · 10-24-2009, 11:13 AM

I am glad Jason played Elliot Gast in this movie. I can't think of someone else who would have done such a great job as Jason did.

**Crystaline** · 10-24-2009, 04:29 PM

I agree. I just wish more people could see this film and his wonderful acting.

keepsmiling7 · 11-11-2009, 10:17 AM

I finally worked up the courage to watch Senseless......
As Crystal and others mentioned, Jason did an outstanding job.
The torture was difficult to watch, but I kept telling myself he is just acting and those are props......sometimes this works for me!
The ending was strange to say the least. Matter of fact I might watch that segment again just to understand.

**Crystaline** · 11-11-2009, 12:56 PM

Glad I'm not the only one that found the ending a bit weird. I just didn't know what to take from it.

sirio · 11-12-2009, 03:29 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by keepsmiling7 (View Post)

I finally worked up the courage to watch Senseless......
As Crystal and others mentioned, Jason did an outstanding job.
The torture was difficult to watch, but I kept telling myself he is just acting and those are props......sometimes this works for me!
The ending was strange to say the least. Matter of fact I might watch that segment again just to understand.

This is the last page of the book. I hope it will help you to understand.

Spoiler:

I felt a cold breeze. The door flew open wide and I saw a narrow street. It was dusk and businessmen moved quickly along the sidewalk in their dark coats, legs blurring. I stepped out, wrapping my arms around me. People barged past, not noticing a stunned man with a bandaged eye, wearing only a blood-splotched white shirt and thin trousers on a cool evening. I knew I should seek someone out, should stop them and signal for help. But I found myself on the edge of the crowd with the beggars and children, unable to weave my way into it.
The businessmen looked so perfect, their dark coats swaying at their knees. Some wore hats or carried briefcases. Others had leather gloves or carried parcels tied in string. Once I would have been among them, walking back to my flat, a paper-wrapped bottle from the wine shop under my arm. Their flow through the city was a silent ballet to me, distant and beautiful. I didn’t want to interrupt it. Or join it.
I walked past the store windows filled with headless mannequins in expensive suits, past a shop where a bored woman in a black apron measured out cheese on a scale. Behind me stood the dark tower of the central bank, ahead a cavernous train station where people streamed out of an archway. Centrum, one of the street signs read. I found a certain satisfaction at knowing that I was in downtown Antwerp on a cool autumn night. Though anchored in time and place, my mind raced. I stopped at a kiosk lined with posters in Flemish and leaned my left eye forward to read about new plays, art shows, political rallies. That I could stand here and read felt like such freedom. No-one was watching me. I could hear no one. If I closed my left eye, the world disappeared.
I recognized this street as the Meir, the city’s expensive shopping district. I had come here once to buy Maura a pair of diamond earrings for our anniversary. I had spent a morning searching in vain for a legendary chocolate shop tucked in an alley near here.
It was turning darker, and the lights inside the stores took on an orange glow. As I walked, I held my hand to half-shield my eye. It was impossible for me to look at anything for very long. Streetlights, stores, people – it was all too rich to take in at once.
On the right, a side street veered away from the crowded Meir and I walked down it, eye focused carefully on the cobblestones in front of me. I savored each breath of cool night air. I shivered for a moment, then smiled. To shiver again after the dead warm air of the apartment was a luxury. I imagined seeing myself from above, a bandaged man walking down a narrow street, one eye taped closed, the other hungry and roving. Certainly I stood out, but no-one stopped me, and I had no need to stop them. For weeks I had dreamed of running out of my cell and finding the first person I came to and … and what? Ask for help? On my own, I had survived forty days that might have killed another man. I didn’t need their help.
I came to a small park, where a path wound past garden beds neatly cut back for the winter. I stood in front of a tall statue of a stout, proud-looking man carrying a sheath of grain. Jan Peeters, Botanist, 1599. I sat on a wooden bench beneath Mijnheer Peeters’ benevolent gaze. Above, the first stars pierced the indigo sky. I leaned back and closed my eye. The cyclops at rest. How few times in my life would there be a time like this, a moment of total freedom?
For weeks, my imprisonment and suffering had been on display to the world. Now no-one knew where I was. I had no responsibilities or fears. I heard nothing, though I imagined there were people walking past the park, low Flemish voices echoing along the cobblestones. I could smell nothing, though the cooling air was surely redolent with earth and leaves. My eye was closed, but I knew that the sky was fading quickly, giving way to night.
Freed from it all, I discerned the first glimmer of another order beyond the city’s weave of streets and buildings. I perceived, though my eye was closed, a small blue fire waiting in the distance. I would have to walk along the riverbanks and dive into the deep water to find it. I would have to swim to the bottom and push my deadened hands into the burgeoning rot to hold it. But I would feel the heat of that blue fire, closer and closer still.
An insistent finger tapped on my shoulder. I opened my eye and saw a young blonde woman in a long green coat. When I looked at her, her eyes widened and she gave a silent scream. She waved frantically and shouted. I closed my eye again. It was too late.
Suddenly I was surrounded by people, their faces peering down at me, some curious, others frightened. The small park turned crowded with businessmen, women, a young boy in a fur hat. More people pressed close, knocking me off the bench. An old man shouted down at me but I shook my head and pointed to my ears. One of the businessmen took out a silver pen and wrote on the brilliant white cuff of his shirt. Are you Eliott Gast?
I stared at the crowd of faces, my audience, and nodded slowly. Yes, I was Eliott Gast. They nodded, stared at me with concern and surprise, spoke urgently and silently among themselves. Then they lifted me from the ground and carried me down the narrow street on their shoulders – a one-eyed man, a king.

Sirio